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i really really really should know better by now. dont trust bitches. ever. and dont underestimate them either. they will sneak around and go through your shit. always. it happened before and happened todday. today [tonight] was the phone call 'can you come home and talk to me' uh, why? 'we need to talk right now' about what? 'can you just come home so we can talk' well, no im working 'ha, yeah right' what is going on? 'i found something. on the video camera'
you can probably tell where it goes from there. ok i left something on there. and it was 'found'. my bad. sorry? yeah, im sorry. im sorry you were fucking with my fucking camera and saw some shit that you shouldnt have. what is there to talk about? huh? you wanna bust my chops?
no, i dont think so. im done with that. if you wanna have a thrombo, have it somewhere else. see, that shit doesnt work on me because i can live on my own just fine.
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