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Making a Fist
Are you prejudiced or something? Why don't you want to be my friend?
Don't I deserve a little more attention? You know I'm sick. I have nowhere
to go. I'll be here all day. I'll be here all week. Come on to my room and
we will shoot the shit. You want to know how I grew up? I'll tell you
anyway. Don't walk away. Don't excuse yourself. Hey, stupid! I'm talking
to you. I'm going to sue your ass. I'm going to blow you up once I get
out of here. I know where you work. I'm tired of being told that I can't take
care of myself. My family, my doctor, the courts, and now you're also
questioning my ability.
The three hundred pound
man makes
a fist