It seems that everywhere I go, I am forced to beat some ass. Somebody's always starting some shit. Sometimes with me, but more often with a friend, or somebody near me. When this happens, I step in and crack skulls. It really isn't an issue of honor, loyalty, or even friendship. I could care less if my friends get the shit knocked out of them. It's
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I did run out of food, though.
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