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Come stay at my house, I can make sure -” She burst out laughing. A loud, harsh sound. More like a cackle. “Is that a fucking joke? Come stay with you!? Jesus, I'd rather just slit my wrists now and get it over with. You know what, fuck this. Fuck this place, fuck this town, and fuck you.”
The Bad Ones
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