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Anon or not; I might not last the week. I’ve never actually been yelled at like I was a small child. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and cuss: hogshit pissfuck cockshank tithorse jagmule. So worked up, that I got out, drove home, doing 20 above the limit, put on shoes, and ran a few miles. Until it was nighttime, with a darkness unlit by my incandescent frustration.

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