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i think i'd beat the living shit out of him, piss on her and head off on my own to figure out where my head was at that point and what my next step would be.
let's say your cat is rubbing against your leg and purring. it looks so cute, you decide to reach down and scratch its fur. moments before your hand comes in contact with that downy-soft coat, the cat stops to look upon you with glittering green eyes and tiny, needle-point teeth and says, "don't even fuckin' think about it, bitch."
what would you do?
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