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To a former friend that, to put it quaintly, semi-stabbed us in the back. So here's to you, Nameless One. This is my glass to you. Also to preps attending my school. Bitter, bitter, bitter blood. If "disgust" or "hate" were categories, I'd use them.
Complete - Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 560 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 4-30-08 - Published: 4-30-08