I was picking out which new mystery novel I want from my favorite author, when I see you bumped into me, I turned around to face you, I was livid Ethan: What the hell! Why do you always have to be everywhere I am, I fucking hate you!? he stood there, before eventually bending down to picked up his book, walking past you, he stopped and turned around and say Ethan: Hope you born in hell
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