You never liked that little bitch anyway. Goofy little blue eyed, blond, bimbo. She know damn well that you and Brad wear a couple before she slept with him. You think to you self “that was a year ago, maybe I should transcend. Forgive and forget.” But then she looks at you with a mouth full of gum and giggles showing her perfect preppy little smile, then you decide “No way bitch, your life is over.”
Your really not shore how to work this thing, but here goes. You point the device at her and push a button.
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