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50 Years old. 40 years told....You are ugly!I wish you had never been born!I hate you!You are stupid!You're a slut!You're a cunt!I should have given you up!You should have died instead of your sister!It hurts the most when these...

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Critique of Nightof the Living Dead...I hadn't had a tv setin nearly two years.My neighbor was movingout and I saw him in the hallcarrying his TV. "I told himto be careful as he was on thestairs. He laughed and...