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I know what you're trying to do here, you b*****d.
I know exactly what kind of ******** up s**t you're trying to pull.
I can see the torment you wanted to cause me from the beginning finally come full circle.
You're sick.
You're twisted.
You call yourself human?
You call yourself a FRIEND?
You're nothing. NOTHING.
You're just another sad story of a butthurt furry.
I don't call you for four days. Four. Because I had PNEUMONIA. Because I, for the most part, was incapicitated.
But, you. You, of all people. A stomachache. A Stomachache? THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE ******** PNEUMONIA.

And I know what you'll do. The second I find out, the second you think I'll know, you're going to call me. You're going to try to make me feel like a complete b***h for not calling you when I was sick. You're going to try to make me feel worse.

I don't need you, idiot. I don't need you in my party to overcome this stupid game called Life. I don't WANT you near me. I want you gone and dead. And if, by some happenstance, you have pneumonia, I hope it kills you with the smoker lungs you have. You're a burden to society, to your friends, ********- To the whole ******** world.

I won't forgive you. I won't forgive you for telling me over and over that you couldn't care less or more about me. That you were neutral. All because I didn't contact you. If you're that shallow as a friend? If you're that shallow as a person? Who are you even, anyway? Who do I DARE ask about the mighty _______? You hold so little power, it's hilarious. It's like raising the bet when you have a single pair. Knowing you, you lost your "pair" a few years back when you decided to go down this little mechanical road you've been walking on. And for a moment, I almost joined you in your sorry a** quest to bring joy to the world.

I'll find you at AC. I'll destroy that which you love most. And I'll enjoy every last sweet morsel of depression and sadness that I can absorb from you.

I am a babyfur. I am who I am. Does that mean you can ******** with my head? Does that mean you can pull wool over my eyes?
I'm a wolf, yet, and I'll see you dead if it's the last thing I do.