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How the "idea" was born in art class...
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| Hit me! Hit me! HIT ME!!! I am goint to kick your ass Becka! *punches Becka* | |
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| *ignores the punch* Erin, shut the fuck up and work on your painting. | |
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Finally, after weeks of talking, some "mood stabalizers," 10 Wells women face off on the athletic Field; we see Railey and Sylvia fighting (use your immagination here kids)...
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| Ow, that fucking hurt, *punches* you bitch, take that. Ow! | |
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| What did you say about my momma? *punches* Die, damnit! | |
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| Man, we totally beat the shit out of each other, did you see the bruises on Railey's arm? Plus people think we are nut jobs now. | |
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| Hey, it's consensual fighting, and those who think we are crazy are not in tune with their inner emotions, believe me, they want to fight, they're just pussies. | |
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