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"A fag, a doofus, and is incredibly desperate. Total kiss ass."
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Thoughts on Carruthers?
"A fag, a doofus, and is incredibly desperate. Total kiss ass."

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ONCE UPON A TIME YOUR FATHER DRANK HIMSELF TO DEATH BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT.
"I believe at that moment, I recall my statement was, ‘Rot in hell, you stupid bastard’, and was completely unfazed by the whole ordeal. Then again, in reality, that never happened."
“Confess.” [ idk. ]
"Your lack of musical tastes is appalling and quite frankly makes it difficult to have a conversation with you in general. Although your sense of style is impressive, somewhat. Tacky at some moments, but impressive the next. You tend to mix mediocre clothing with good clothing. It’s atrocious sometimes."
[text] wow i just wanted to talk to my dearest brother. have you fucked phil collins yet? or is that still a fantasy
I bit my tongue, until my office phone went off. “Patrick?” A voice came, which was Jean’s. I felt my voice rising, “What?!” She stuttered, perhaps taken a back by my abrupt voice.”Robert —” But before she could even say the name I tried not to shout, “Just….say…..no!” With that, I turned off the speaker on the phone, glancing back down to my cellular device.
[sms]: how did you even get my number?
I texted, acting totally cool, and ignoring his remark.
[text] nah. deal with it
I felt myself wincing when reading the text, almost unable to comprehend how Sean was able to get a hold of my cellular number. Placing the phone down, I contemplated what I should text him next, finding myself dreading the fact that he’ll most likely won’t leave me alone; although it’s hard to tell, because Sean is busy doing whatever the fuck he does in Camden. Picking the phone back up, I started to text.
[sms]: what exactly do you want sean?

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[text] don't be an asshole. you're not doing shit (1/2) [text] ok what about a hint
Reading the messages I took a deep sigh to myself, clutching phone in hand, wondering if I should even bother. I pause.
[sms]: give me a fucking hint then.
[text - unknown sender] guess who this is
[sms]: I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m at work.
Patty cake, Patty cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can!
"Did you make that up yourself, because it was horrendous."