And Im thinking <Dang, boss, aint anything in this crib safe for children. Why you think we even come here?>

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Robbie covers up his fear for safety by bellyaching how late we are, how all a us are gonna piss off dealer man, how the outlooks gonna be bleak if we miss the next bus. But Robbie can eat a dick. Didnt my heroing earn me a single minute for myself? I march my ass in the bathroom. I dont have time to style like a player but at least I got to wipe the nosebleed crust off my face. Robbies sink is foul though. Hair clogs big as dead mice and knobs all scummed with black fungus. Im not looking to get contaminated with Robbies scabies and rabies and herpes and whatnot. Plus is water supposed to be orange?

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So instead I go to the toilet and lift off the back lid cuz one time this girl at school educated me how water in the back of a toilet is super clean. I get me a whiff and Im not so sure. Smells ripe to me. But Robbies shouting and I dont have time to be a pussy so I scrub my face in toilet water. Dang, yo. Am I really doing this? At least Dags not here to see! Also I rinse out my pinkeye cuz if any cheeses out in front of dealer man thatd be straight up humiliating.

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Fat boys waiting by the front door tapping his foot like a old lady. While Im laughing at that entertaining behavior a cold wind blows up and dead leaves come shooting inside the crib and go twirling all around. I dont know, its sort a pretty. Its like snow. Like Halloween snow. If Dag was here, she might go spinning and dancing in them leaves cuz thats the kind of graceful ass girly stuff she likes to do.

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Robbie yells how I got to knock off the daydreaming and get my ass in gear. I guess hes not making Midget come after all cuz shes sitting in the corner chattering to her flypapers like its a little kid tea party. Thats a relief and I dont want Robbie changing his mind on that, so I run for the bus stop fast as Legolas son of Thranduil.

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