(( The writing on the page is drunkenly scrawled, and the paper has spots that have been seem to have been soaked with something pungent. Probably booze. ))
I feel like a dog that has been kicked and kicked and kicked. It seems no matter what I do it always ends up... Kicking me in the ribs... Or stabbing me in the back. All I did... I brought her
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