F.U.K.Y.O.U.

"Are you fucking serious?! You choose to tell me this shit now?" I put my blunt out just as my head was pushed to the side.

"Stop putting Ya fucking hands on me, dawg. I swear to God."

"Get ya shit and get out. Fuck you dawg."
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3 years later, after everything is said, everything is done. Everybody has finally turned away to a brighter side of life. Right? Read on to find out what happens next in "F. U. K. Y. O. U."