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Too lazy to finish.
Looks bring as hell, And the last part came from ghetto memoirs. Only a joke.
"Why do you wear like that," I ask my friend at school. He was wearing black jeans and a hoodie that covers most of his forehead. He didn't answer, instead he game me his "normal" look. His eyes stare blankly into what should be my face. His lips look slumped down, and his whole face looks like a zombie. He slowlylifted his sleeves up,and strated to walk away. Right away I noticed what he was trying to show me. He had two long gashes on his arm. His name was written in blood which hasn't coagulated yet. His arm was dripping from blood and He seems to take it lightly. "Hey..wait..," I called but I had already run out of words. What I total disaster I thought.
His name was Josh wang. An asain student that had recently been through rough times. His parents died on while on a vaction trip to florida to see their relatives, and josh has to stay a babysit his 3 brothers. And they started throwing microwave sized icecubes from the 11 floor.
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Signatures are totally uncool
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