You need to stop.
You make me cry.
I want to die.
I go to your fucking house.
To fucking see you.
You know...since your my father and all.
You get pissed cause myn mother is pissed at you for being a fucking asshole.
We have to leave.
You tell me i only wanted to go to yuor house cause Ruth was there?
Bitch i know thats your mistress.
In fact, i didnt want to see her.
She is kind of the fucking reason all this shit is happening.
And then you want me to ride in the car with you?
Hell No.
Then you have the nerve to say "Im not mad at you?"
Thats good that your not....
I am fucking pissed at you.
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