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I was sitting behind a man on the bus, who smelled like rotton salami times ten. Or at least what I imagine rotton salami to smell like. When I was in grade 10, I went through a phase where I didn't take care of myself, because I was depressed and didn't care, but I didn't let it get that bad.
We were let out of school early, yay. Walked home, was a mistake because my leg and ass hurt.
I hate people coming into "my" house without calling first. Fuckers.
We were let out of school early, yay. Walked home, was a mistake because my leg and ass hurt.
I hate people coming into "my" house without calling first. Fuckers.