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Saturday, March 13, 2010
Memorandum
I am furious.
I let it out and send my fist forth.
There is now a hole in the wall.
That is where Bobby's face should be.
[note to self: when wanting to knock someone's block off, take it out on something that isn't as hollow as Bobby's head]
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