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Post by Jaunt Camp --- Nick Piazza on Nov 11, 2005 9:03:21 GMT -5
"I can do anything I want, and I don't need to listen to your pathetic opinion. So go and sit down in a corner until you wither away and die. I'd like to leave. So let me be, you're not my mother." he sneered.
He pulled her fingernails off of his wrist. The moron was a stubborn one. Then he sped down the hall, into the music room, and locked the door. Little imp couldn't track him down here. He was a free man, he could do whatever he pleased. What would she do? Turn him into the police? He laughed. She was pathetic.
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