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Well, sometimes you gotta laugh at yourself. I mean, maybe I just have no empathy for him because I have no way to know what it feels like to be him. It seems to me though, that if that happened to me I would run with it. If someone said something to me at school I'd pull put a yard stick or somethin and be like "Vooom, vooom voom" and swing it around and shit.
Maybe it's just hte pills talking.
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