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Where was I, you might be wondering. Well, I roamed the streets of Portland in the middle of the night with my replica Glock water gun and terrorised the homeless schizophrenics.
“Open your fucking mouth. I’m going to help you. Calm down, stop crying. Stop fucking crying and stay still and open your mouth. You’re dehydrated.”
Squirt, squirt.