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Luckily, it's only your neighbour, Mr. Garboney. With neither an explainable nor likely influence of yourself or your daughter, he's decided to remove that dying tree from his lot. As things come into focus with some clarity, you realize that you wet your pants. However, you cannot recall if this was from the sound of the backfire or the soundof the chainsaw. Regardless, you recognize that today has not really been going your way.
Your daughter, on the other hand, seems to be riding high on the rays of some crazy sun. How the fcuk could you let her burn you like that? Stupid bitch spawn of her hooker mother--man, if she hadn'ta ODed on that smack two years ago, I'd never even woulda' ended up with this mess in my life! |
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