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When I die, I want to come back as a ghost and spook people. Especially that guy that called me a rubberneck when I was only 8 years old and was walking home from the store with my coca cola and baseball cards because he was being loud and I looked at him. I want to spook that guy bad.
If he's even still alive, that is.
I also want to spook random frat boys and hillbillies.
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"I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am" - Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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