proactive vengeance

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he did it, the little shit.  i brought a dozen apples for us both to share, and he took them. 

'i have to eat!' he says.  'its my basket you put them in, anyway.'

pshaw!  his basket.  what a shit.


i saw this coming, the blind fucker.  all twelve of them are rotten.




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