Something snaps. Feels real as a couple years back when Robbie stomped and broke my toe. I start shaking serious and wheezing like Im one a them poor ass asthma kids in gym. Its not right. This behavior here is not right. This feast was for all a us. For me and Dag and Midget. We havent ate all day. Now its just grease. Just smears a grease on top a the grease already greased over everything. Whole cribs nothing but grease from stuff that once upon a time was clean.

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Brother DAndre is who I feel like. Bunch a busted ass parts sealed up inside stupid cement and rotting away where nobody can see. If I break off that cement, a big chunk a me is gonna break off with it. But mightyduck it. You feel me? I dont care what breaks off. Im itchy under there so bad and cant take none a this no more.

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