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Started ******* my coke dealer that night. What the **** did you expect me to do? A homecoming celebrated with paperwork and the task of identifying the ******** who shoved his hand down my pants on the train in a photo line-up. I swallowed the bullet. The next time I smiled at you the shrapnel was still caught in my teeth. Couldn't fish it out. (unpublished draft circa 2015)
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
WHO THE **** OPENED MY ALMOND MILK AND THEN NEVER REFRIGERATED IT
Started ******* my coke dealer that night. What the **** did you expect me to do? A homecoming celebrated with paperwork and the task of identifying the ******** who shoved his hand down my pants on the train in a photo line-up. I swallowed the bullet. The next time I smiled at you the shrapnel was still caught in my teeth. Couldn't fish it out. (unpublished draft circa 2015)
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
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