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littlelines
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| I hope he dies. I hope he suffers. I hope I'm the one who will make him suffer. I hope he fucking burns. I hope he gets hit by a car as I type this. I hope he has a fatal disease. I hope his leg will twist the wrong way. I hope he dies. I'm getting scared of hoping. I would fucking hate for it to happen to me. But I fucking hope he dies anyway. Fucker. ::me:: at 11:48
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