Yesterday while walking through a high school parking lot, I heard a lot of heavy-duty cursing coming from one general direction. I thought to 
myself I'm not breaking up a fight. So I only looked slightly to my left. There was a boy standing with his buddy, cursing at a girl sitting in a Ford Focus. His brand new Jaguar was resting ever-so-nicely against her bumper. Which, according to him, was 500 effing dollars mother effer.
myself I'm not breaking up a fight. So I only looked slightly to my left. There was a boy standing with his buddy, cursing at a girl sitting in a Ford Focus. His brand new Jaguar was resting ever-so-nicely against her bumper. Which, according to him, was 500 effing dollars mother effer.The sun seemed to shine a little brighter after that. I could breathe easier, knowing that shitty things still happen to punk teenagers.
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