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Thirteen;
I didn't even get to rip out an organ or two. -
Twelve;
NEVER COME IN NEAR MY HOME AGAIN.
HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?!
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Eleven;
:/
The tournament is far from what I actually expected.
To be blunt; it frickin' sucks. -
Ten;
Great. Just fucking great.
.....Whatever. Never needed that piece of shit anyway.
((OOC; I also ended up posting TWICE in one day. ;o;)) -
Eight;
This is all getting real old. -
Seven;
I think the tournament will be pretty beneficial.
Especially for me. -
Six;
You have got to be shittin' me.
You're a fucking prick.
How the frickin' hell did you get my number?!?
