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These Words Are Red

It is hard to think of anyone else when I've got to look at that tattoo while fucking you. Remember Rhea, she's got disgusting birthing hips now. Like yours have always been. Don't use my hairbrush. Yours is disgusting. All of your curls in mine. Gross. Did I tell you today that you stink? You do and you've driven all of my friends away because you're a sexual deviant, that's why I had to pay someone to talk. If you get sick again, I'm going to end our relationship. I want to fuck someone else with you. I'm bored. You fell in love with a hobo so now all we talk about is him. We watch movies and shows about firemen, cock meat sandwiches, and Wild Lyle. And how he would never love you. He was a gay Neo-Nazi who raped and robbed. Hide my weed when he's here. He liked them young like your daughter. I tell you, she looks just like you. I just wanted to see your reaction to a love letter from Wade. I just wanted to see your reaction to news of your grandma's death. Oh, the laugh I got when I told you about Gar & Shell's divorce! Don't leave your dental floss in the shower cunt or I'll show you how to pick it up. You won't forget, will you? "Never."

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