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|'''Larson''': I just had 100 dollars pretty much taken from me because I got kicked out of the motel tonight.

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|'''Larson''': Oh my god. I cannot feel any of my hands or any of my feet, and the cold air is going through my fucking clothes.

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|'''Larson''': Oh, fuck it's gonna be a long night. Holy shit it's cold. No more motels. Fuck!  

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|'''Larson''': I was trying to be all nice to Bob. I know how he doesn't want me posting about him. But after tonight on Christmas day, I have no choice but to slander his—

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|'''Larson''': I won't be having family dinner on Christmas Day or nothing. Bob is treating me like a piece of fucking shit and I want to die.

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|'''Larson''': Bob just completely shut off his phone, won't answer any of my calls, and my fucking Christmas is fucking ruined because of that jackass Bob.

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|'''Larson''': And fuck this care package. I don't need a fucking care package. I will throw that into the fucking lake.

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|'''Larson''': Apparently Bob thinks it's funny to watch me in pain. Fucking Christmas Day.

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|'''Larson''': Oh my fucking god I just got fucking attacked. By some guy walking down the fucking road. What the fuck! I hate Bob. Fucking bitch, it's Christmas Day.

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|'''Larson''': —don't why Bob is doing this, he's turning on and off his phone, playing with my emotions [whimpering] I fucking hate this. I hate this. Bob is being a bitch

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|'''Larson''': Oh. Oh, fucking hell, bitch. I will fucking murder Bob. I will fucking have him fucking murdered. Oh, fuck it's cold. Holy—

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