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Post by lisette kostos on Aug 17, 2009 21:45:59 GMT -5
you're one sick son of bitch, you know that?
closed, beau wilkerson
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Post by beau wilkerson on Aug 17, 2009 21:54:15 GMT -5
what are you talking about now?
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Post by lisette kostos on Aug 17, 2009 21:57:51 GMT -5
can you explain to me why in the hell you would hit someone?
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Post by beau wilkerson on Aug 17, 2009 21:59:33 GMT -5
no. because it's none of your business.
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Post by lisette kostos on Aug 17, 2009 22:04:08 GMT -5
it is my business! they're my best friends! you're my best friend! just... what the hell?
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Post by beau wilkerson on Aug 17, 2009 22:06:19 GMT -5
what do you want me to say to you?
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Post by lisette kostos on Aug 17, 2009 22:08:39 GMT -5
please tell me you didnt do it. please tell me this is all some sick mistake. tell me the truth.
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Post by beau wilkerson on Aug 17, 2009 22:11:44 GMT -5
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Post by lisette kostos on Aug 17, 2009 23:14:32 GMT -5
how could you? what were you thinking?! do you think it's okay or something? jesus christ. I couldnt believe it... but it is true.
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Post by beau wilkerson on Aug 17, 2009 23:34:26 GMT -5
so sorry to disappoint. but you don't even know a fucking thing, so i don't care to hear your judgment.
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