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“That’s right. He’ll be crying down at the road begging me to save him, and I’ll be like, ‘You should have been nice to me, Blake, because now you’re going to die.’” I put on a huge smile. A look of concern flashes across Dad’s face. “What?” I shrug. “He’s a rotten, terrible, stupid boy.” “I know, but just because he’s terrible doesn’t mean you need to be.”
Nah you’re WAYYYYY too suspicious
“You’re right, Nate. I am a cunt.” I’ve never understood why that word was ever considered an insult. To me, it’s a compliment. It’s one of the strongest organs there is. It creates life, it makes men stupid, and it bleeds every month—yet it doesn’t die.
