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I'm going to kill them all. It's been decided. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would all die.
that's if I don't get a good nights sleep
and get up at six in the morning to feed the ducks in the pound behind the house. These ducks are
fierce, and they want my bag of breadcrumbs, bad. I was sure that they would surround me and
throw underwear at me, heaven knows why but it was meant to be some sort of tradition as underwear was
dirty, so I had to go Commando to the job interview. My skirt slipped up and the boss got a view of my hoo-hah, so obviously, I got the job.
