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presents
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Terrorizing The Dog Bitch
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #35
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Centre Of Eternity 615.552.5747 12/24 Baud 40 Megs
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Headquarters of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*
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Blah humbug. All this shit is based on true-life experiences (mine), and
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everything that I've put in here is something that I or I and some friends
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actually did to a bimbo I have termed the Dog Bitch... I would give out her
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name/address/phone # but those things are secret/private and I am much too
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nice of a person to give those things out. Anyway... I've done many more
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things than what I've listed here, but I can't go putting all of them in one
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file, now CAN I?
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*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!
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I'm bored, and everyone that knows me knows that when I'm bored, someone
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else usually pays for my entertainment...And I'm not talking monetary
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payment... There's this bitch I really hate.. Wonder if she knows I hate
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her? I think I'll give her a hint... I ask a friend of mine to use three
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way.. He reaches for the phone and dials 648-1209 (area code 615...OOOOOPS
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I forgot that's s'posed to be secret)
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<ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring> <ring>
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(did I mention that it is about 3am on a school night?) <ring> <ring> <ring>
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<ring> <ring> <ring> <ring>
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"uhhhhhmmmmmeeerrrrrruhhhhhhhello?"
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"May I speak with a Ms. Jonellen Young?" (DAMN I keep forgetting this
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stuff is a secret!)
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"Uhhmmmmerrrssspeaking...."
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"This is Dr. Lynch from Memorial Hospital--"
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"What's wrong?" (DB's wide awake now!)
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"Do you know a Mr. Harry Lible?"
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"YES! What's wrong with Harry? What's happened?" (Did I fail to call
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attention to the fact that this is her boyfriend?)
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"Well ma'm <pause pause>.. He was killed earlier this evening in a hit
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and run accident."
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<she's going numb. her voice shakes and quivers. i hear the sound of
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the beginnings of tears, a sound i know quite well>
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"Is..is...is this a joke?"
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"No ma'am, I'm sorry to say that it isn't. We found some ID on his body
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and have informed his mother. She asked that we call you and tell you."
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...and she went to see the body...
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Jolt!! Ahhhhh, my favorite drink! Shit, gotta take a shower, school
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today. Grab a jolt. Grab some clothes. To bathroom. Cut on water. Drink
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half of Jolt in one long swig. WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!
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Caffeine buzz wakes my cotton-filled head quickly.
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"Ta ra ra BOOM de-ay, have you had YOURS today? I had mine YESterday,
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that's why *I* can Saaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
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<BOOM BOOM BOOM> "Shut the hell up, will you?"
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Get in shower. Take shower. Leave shower behind. Dry off. Guzzle rest
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of Jolt. Feel good.
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Ahhh, breakfast. Break out the pop-tarts (frosted brown sugar cinammon,
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of course) Hmmm, slam 'em in the microwave for awhile. Drink.. Milk? Fuck
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milk I'm sick of milk. Grab another iced Jolt. Twist top. Drain that
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bottle. Pop tarts done, eat them and realize I'm behind 'schedule'.
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Bitch at sister to hurry up. Get in car, me with two Jolts in my
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pockets.
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Drive to school, finish a Jolt before I get to parking space. Open other
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and suddenly remember I don't have my books with me anymore. Oh well!
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Totally buzzing, caffeine pumping through my veins and I scream loudly
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and laugh alot.
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Hey hey HEY! There's Jonellen and Kerry, her current dick---er,
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boyfriend! Well hell HE'S my best friend and she's my worst enemy so what
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the HELL?
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"'sup Stud Puppy?"
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"Not much. What the hell...Oh shit, no, not Jolt...Not this early in the
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morning!"
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"Yep! BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHAHAHAHAHAHHAApfffft!"
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"That's disgusting."
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"Who asked YOU to speak, Dog Bitch?"
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"I talk when I WANT to talk!"
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"'zat so, Chicken Legs?"
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"Kerry he's not being nice to me."
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"Well, who DID ask you to speak?"
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Roars of laughter from my caffeine-high self. I grab some books and hope
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they belong to my first period class. They walk off, her feelings hurt, my
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feelings on some other planet. I finish off the other Jolt while laughing
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at the bitch whose tits are dents. Hmmm, an empty bottle!
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Hmmm! An empty HEAD!
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I walk up behind Dog Bitch and act like I'm taking aim with the bottle.
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Kerry sees me! Killer shit! I hold the bottle by its neck and act like
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I'm fixing to hit her in the back of the head.
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"I dare you!"
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SMASH!!!!!! Her knees buckle and Kerry reaches out and catches her. She
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slowly stands, her eyes glazed then clearing. She turns to face me and
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draws a hand back to slap me.
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"I don't think that's a very good idea," says Kerry as he grabs her hand,
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looking at me very coldly. I think he wants to fight.
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"Wanna fight now, huh? Or maybe later? I can fit you in between 2nd and
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3rd periods, in case you are forgetting that you dared me to do it."
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He turns and walks off... And laughs at Jonellen...
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Ho hum.. Life is kinda boring again...And you know what THAT means! Ah
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yes...At whose expense shall I have fun THIS time? Well hell, Jonellen
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isn't doing anything important (I can sense these things! Honest!) So I
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call her up...
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"Hello?"
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<I speak really slowly, I sound depressed>
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"Jonellen?"
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"Yeah.. Hi..." <she forgave me of the bottle incident a few months ago>
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"<siiiiigh> So..How's life?"
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"Pretty good. What've you been doing?"
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"Oh...<siiiigh>...Nothing much.. Am I..interrupting you?"
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"No, no. I was actually fixing to call you just now!" <She begins to
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get worried, I sigh too much, I speak too slowly, and now she lies to make
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me feel better>
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"Do you love me, Jonellen?"
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"HUH???"
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"<Siiiigh> Never mind..."
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"No, I know what you said. Well, of COURSE I love you.."
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"More than Kerry?"
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"No.. Of course not...I mean..errruhhhh, I love you in a different way."
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"Oh...<siiiiiigh>"
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"What's wrong?"
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"Oh..nothing important..."
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"What's bothering you?"
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"<siiiigh> What makes you think something is BOTHERING me?"
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"You sound depressed. Can I do something for you?"
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"I don't like my foot."
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"What???"
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"Look at it. I don't like it. I think I'm going to shoot it."
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"HEY!! HEY!! Listen to me!! What are you doing?"
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<I pick up my shotgun and break it open>
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"Hmm, good, I have a few shells. <click of gun closing>"
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"STOP!!"
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"What? Huh?"
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"STOP! What are you doing?"
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"<siiigh> I don't much like my foot. I think it would be nice to shoot
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it with my shotgun."
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"Don't do it! Please don't do it!!"
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"Do you love me?"
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"YES! PLEASE put the gun down!!" <Hysterical!>
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"Do you love me more than Kerry?"
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"No--Yes, Yes I do!"
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"Will you go out with me?"
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"Sure, where do you want to go?"
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"Will you suck my dick?"
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"I'm going with Kerry!"
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"I won't tell him."
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"I'm sorry, I can't do that!"
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"<Siiiiigh, hammer is pulled back, she can hear it>"
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"OK OK!!! I'll do it if you put the gun away!!"
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"Will you fuck me?"
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"<long LONG pause> I can't, no..Sorry..."
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"Goodbye Jonellen."
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"STOP!!!!!!!! OK!!! I'll do it!! But you can't tell ANYONE!!! PLEASE
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if you'll put the gun away I'll do anything!"
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"<siiiigh> Well, ok. I put the gun away. Do you love me?"
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"I already answered that."
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"Humor me."
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"Yes I love you, I love you very much."
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"No you don't. Nobody loves me...<siiigh>...Everybody hates me..."
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"No, I love you! I care a lot about you!"
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<I'm moving VERY quietly towards a door that open onto our deck at the
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back of the house> "You lie, bitch."
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"I'm telling the truth!! Really!"
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"I think you're just saying that."
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"No I'm not!! I mean it!! Why would I lie to you?"
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"Kerry would hurt you very badly if he knew you caused me to kill
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myself."
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"PLEASE STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!!"
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"See, you're yelling at me. You don't love me. Nobody loves me. I
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think I'm going to end it all right now."
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"NOOOOOOOOO!! Please don't talk like that!!"
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"Do you love me?"
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"YYYEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!"
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"Kerry's going to break up with you when he finds out we fucked."
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"You can't tell him!!"
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"I can't?" <I aim the gun out the door and into the woods>
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"No!"
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"I think I will!"
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"Then I won't fuck you!"
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"Then I'll kill myself. Goodbye."
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<BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>
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"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!!!!!!!!! <sob cry scream whimper sob cry
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sniffle cry scream whimper scream sob sob scream> MIKE!!!!"
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<the sound of a gun dropping to the floor>
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"<scream scream> MIIIKE!!! MIKE!! MIKE!!!!"
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"Yes?"
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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The Followers Of Fetus
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Fetal Juice
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Gross Genitalia
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