I wanted more fireworks, I wanted another sentence like “I swear to God, are you fucking stupid? Do you want to die ugly with your skin creased like old leather? If any of those little bitches that you hang out with ever give you a cigarette stolen from their son of a bitch sorry excuse for father or sorry ass drunken mother, I will go and … and… and then and only then will you get to see the horror of what cigarettes can do. I swear to you now that that’s what I’ll do…” and on and on like that, making my face warm with embarrassment, yet intrigued by the way you could drop cuss words into any sentence, just to spice shit up.

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