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I keep in touch with a few of my exes, and I actually talk to a big one semi regularly. It took a while to work to that, though. Not something I'd ever recommend to anyone.
And the wife took my Clint Eastwood movies and the fucking hard drive from my Xbox. Not even the whole thing, just all my saved data and downloaded content. Just thinking about it is making me see red. I hate that lechourous cunt.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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