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| Soma |
I have a contact in my phone titled "Fuck fucking fucker." He works at fucky mcFuckface, and he's got the suffix of "Sr." It's all because my damn phone tries to police the things I write. Swarming me with feathered birds until I look like a complete quack. "I know what I meant to write, so let me write it" I mutter to no one in particular as I carefully type each f-u-cking letter with a pause. Friends tell me I swear worse than a sailor, and I've had it slip a time or two at a workplace or business function (much to my chagrin). I think that's shocked my coworkers since I'm such a stiff in the office, with my starched shirt and worn, but polished, heels. Ever since I left the church(that cesspool of indoctrination that was wormed into my head day after day) I've never felt as free as when I'm telling you to fuck the fuck off. |
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