Someone come to the southern outskirts of town to pick up this trash. I don't know where he lives and I'm sure as hell not carrying him back to my place.
You never know. One day, you might just be wandering around, minding your own business, then you'll hear your name being screamed out, and that kid will pop up out of nowhere and start swinging.
It is? Huh. Alright, then I guess I'll blame you for the rain that's still going on and that pile of books that almost fell on me this morning. I'll update the list as the day goes on.
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