Do you remember the first time? You were still trying to understand what they meant, at that party. And he came up, fearless and full of shit. He told what you were. He told you, in graphic, indelible words. He was funny you though, he was to be respected, appreciated.
Years later you only think he should go fuck himself I mean. Yeah. Years thinking about it, not how to answer it. He better get that jaw dislocated. You better get ready to tell his friends some more.
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