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I hate my life. I fucking absolutely detest my bloody excuse for a fucking life.
Isn't 1977 shaping up to be a bloody amazing fucking year?
I'm in half a mood to fucking join the Aurors and go out on a suicide mission and bring some of the fucking Death Eaters with me in death. I promised Sirius I wouldn't, though. Stupid fuckers. I fucking hate them. Almost as much as I hate my fucking life. And fucking Prewett.
Isn't 1977 shaping up to be a bloody amazing fucking year?
I'm in half a mood to fucking join the Aurors and go out on a suicide mission and bring some of the fucking Death Eaters with me in death. I promised Sirius I wouldn't, though. Stupid fuckers. I fucking hate them. Almost as much as I hate my fucking life. And fucking Prewett.