fear tripped me and i hated the carpet. i wanted it to pay. i let it have it, throwing fists until i was just dropping hands. and i ripped off all my sheets. and i let them have it too. oh they'll never hear the end of it. don't look at me while i do this, you cotton whores. i'm being nice. i'm going easy on you. and i wailed and wailed, kicking
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