HEY BITCH
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HEY BITCH
You said I don't love her, but do you prove you love her when you use my money for your restaurants, gambling and vodka? That's convenient. You said I played soldier, but what are you? You are nothing. You don't have bills because you live off other people. You talk about my fathers DNA, but your dies like a dog. If I'm a hypocrite, what are you? Enjoy your garbage and let her go. You can pretend you're man, but nobody will believe it.
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