now that you have spoken your piece what is your name, and go in peace under my skin you wriggle your way i want no more idle threats, don't come back today 45 minutes till you begin to make sense speak your mind, don't sit on the fence and disgust crosses your brow as i tell you then if you speak, then i will count to ten i will not hurt you, at least not on that sec but i will give you grief, and i will use my tec i do not like the way you talk, and i will hold my tongue as i put my foot on the bottom rung and as my calm comes to a halt, i shall be good as all little boys are told they should and one other thing, and this is true if you speak, i will kill youBirth sign: Aries
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