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i nearly ended up a lifer - paedophile met with a sharp instrument at 4 am as i stood there ballied up and ready to stick the fucker. Do two years on remand, meet a girl, fall in love, fail to appear and scarpered state, worked as estate agent, return to state, dog starts barking, cops surround building, I continue making my avocado on toast, knock at door, feeling steel, charges of home invasion, code assault (gbh), and wounding was dismissed due to the untimely death of complaintant. Nothing but maintaining the contentment since due to being enlightened by love and positivity.
moral: Lifers are pro-zac, but anti-depressant. stabbing blindly in the dark will eventually strike the switch, understanding just how lucky you were to be the only deaf cunt with good reflexes in a room full of the blind clutching to a torch is the bonus...
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