<<<They treated you like garbage, Robbie! You’ve crawled on your belly for ten years for a bunch of worthless snakes who dont care about anything or anyone except their perfect homes and perfect children! You didnt hurt them at all compared to how they hurt you! Theyre supposed to pay, Robbie!>>>

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Robbie holds his head like Dags words are every linebacker he ever footballed against concussioning him one after the other.

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Dags spit is like blood. <<<They have to pay and this is the night they have to do it! You planned it! We planned it! Your stupid scrapbook hasnt had a new story in a million years but that was going to change tonight! All our stupid scrapbooks would finally have something worth putting in them! You cant puss out now, Robbie! I wont allow it!>>>

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Robbie slaps her. I never saw any part of Robbie move so fast. Its like his hands a separate animal. Like #69 Kyle Ketchums ferret in a scarf. It cracks Dags good and her pink cheek goes purple and I can see the outline of Robbies fingers and even the palm lines that look like the squiggly roads at Pinebluff Glenn Estates. The slap echoes like all a us are in a majestic canyon except no one feels inspired. I dont think none a us feel nothing but numb.

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In all my days I never saw a man move so sad. Robbies slapping arm floats around underwater style. Real slow he turns and starts sliding his feet across the carpet. Just like the dozers they scoop a path straight through the trash he built up his whole adult ass life. He doesnt look up once. Its like hes not even living. Like hes a dead body trying to find its grave. It takes a million minutes for fat boy to get to his bedroom and the last thing he does before he makes it is grab his bottle a Mad Dog. No last words, nothing. He shuts the door and hes gone. You can hear the springs in the bed go zing but nothing after that.

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Dags holding her purple cheek. Her wings are quivering bad and theyre so precious and delicate Im worried theyre gonna rip. She foots the bag a candies like its a dog and shes checking if the dog is sleeping or dead or what. I guess its dead though cuz girlfriend ends up kicking it till candies go flying like guts. Shortys been emotional today and shes been hard too but this mood here is different from both. This is mean. After a time she tires her ass out and wanders a figure eight. Her glittery shoe kicks a McDonald bag and it goes up like a balloon.

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