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Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fucking hell fucking shit. Goddamn HELL fragging fuck torquing shit.
I am so stupid and careless. God, how am I going to fix this.
I can't fix this. I can't ask mom for help. She gave him to me. God, how I can I tell her, how can I show her this. It's awful. I can't hide this, I can't fix it, I can't do anything about it.
I want to cry or scream or something, but it's still there. Somehow I think it would be better if it were a freaking bloodstain. I didn't get blood on him. Not even that day. But I can't keep fucking paint off of him.
God, what am I going to do?
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