Fat boys real nervous though cuz what he does instead is light a second sad little butt off the first and try to discuss how theres too many concussions in the NFL and when I dont answer he starts in about how brass knuckles are the best kind of weapon if you really think about it and I throw shade on that crap too. He smokes like hes starving for it and I keep looking down Yellow Street and then he says something like, dang, Jody, you got it bad for Dag, dont you?

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Im like robocop please. But I guess I said it too quick cuz Robbie starts dogging me. He has this tard laugh that goes like <Huh, huh, huh, huh!> and its like nails going into my brain. The smartest thing to do is laugh it off but thats difficult cuz now Robbies laughing at how my face is blushing like a little ass girl. Im about to run the hell home to Moms and her TV but then Robbie bends over and coughs real sick and pitiful. Too many a them sad butts made homeboy weak as hell.

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He apologizes and says I dont have any reason for shame. I tell him Im not ashamed a nothing and he tells me to chill cuz hes there to tutor my ignorant ass. That sounds like surefire humiliation if you ask me so I go check on Midget whos on her belly in front a that wilted ass jackolantern. The ground at Robbies crib is a bad place to be cuz a all the mice turds and bacteria so Im ready to chew out Midget before I get close and see what she sees.

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The pumpkin is stewing with bugs. Dang, how long I been allowing little sister to poke around that nastiness? Beetles and centipedes and little see through insects all squirming around the soggy orange ass guts and spilling out the smiley face I carved. Midgets real into it and has her hand stuck through one a the eye holes so the bugs can crawl up her arm. Her lips are whispering fast like one of them bugs might be good old DAndre. Dang. Wheres Miss Poole when I need her? I aint qualified for this. Im just a dang kid and Im hungry and Im tired and I cant think good.

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Robbies still pestering me if I think Dags fly or not and so I say yeah, yeah, shes all right. Robbie crosses his flab arms and asks me if I know that Dags only a child and Im like step off, fat boy, Im a dang youngster myself, theres nothing illegal about it! I start blushing again so I go like who even said I want Dag stamping my V card? Case you didnt notice, girlfriend doesnt have hardly any titties or nothing.

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