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"I'm a terrible fucking person! Why the fuck am I in heaven!" I screamed, throwing my hands in the air. A few people gave me disapproving looks at the "foul language." They could suck a carrot. I don't belong here anyways.
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My name is Savannah Jones. Long story short, I'm a terrible person; I fucking love it. I will gladly kick a fucking baby. And slit anyone's throat if they want to kick a puppy. Like, who the fuck does that? Puppy's are wonderful and so are dogs. I have this one dog that doesn't have any teeth and he'll nibble you and it's so cu-. Wait. Getting off topic. Okay.
Anyways, I've been a bitch my whole life. And I love it. Kick babies. Wanna slit people's throat. Am I a psycho? Yeah, I guess. I like to think people are just really fucking annoying. They make mistakes, blame other people. Blame me?! I mistakenly got put into heaven and they decided to blame my sorry ass. Fuckin' bitches..
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