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billy still finds time to harass me, but when i tell him to meet at the tire swing for the sole purpose of discussing how we will 'erase' katie, he always starts crying. what a puss. i mean, seriously brother, when i throw sand in your eyes because you dont understand shit I say does NOT mean you have to go crying about it and being such a puss knocker.
fuck. regardless, thanks to the delightful pizza buns frankie's mom makes, billy can always be persuaded in one way or another...

now, just how will we take over this playground, so katie, and especially that nag eliza, will stop bother us. can't a boy eat his cheese whizzz sandy in peace in a fucking tractor tire half buried in the ground with his two best pals?
cha.