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Adaptation.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
"NO! Stop right there, you big bully. I've learned a Tang Soo Do defense maneuver for lunch lunges. Have at you."
Fighting ensues, but the world remains unimpressed by the desperate struggle involving a kid, his lunch, and his alter-ego.
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~Choose your attitude. By that I mean don't kill me...
i miss you.
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