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dear stupid bitch, Apopka, where we were, was too close to the ring of fire. When the metal recycling plant next to us caught fire and the magnesium started to burn, it appeared to be over for us. “What do you keep looking at?” Tommy asked sitting on the arm rest. “i hate the look of your face, which just wants me to fuck it up even more then it already is.” Tommy and Nick said together while putting jackets on. “BITCH you’re not a “rocker”. you’re a fucken poser! i got my homecoming dress at a fancy mall department store on clearance at 75%” Let’s incinerate everything!