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thinkfast®
I was at the club last night with some of my friends. when we were there we saw a guy that looked real depressed sittin in the corner by himself. we didnt think anything of, we just figured he got rejected or somethin. about an hour later as we were leaving, we heard a squeal of tires and a thud. we were all like "what the **** was that?" we looked and it was that depressed looking guy,he had jumped in front of an escalade. it was really messed up, there was all kinds of blood everywhere. it was really sad when his mom showed up though. they had to sort of shovel him onto the stretcher, and as they were putting him into the ambulance, I called my mom to tell her what happened and that I saw the tread marks on his chest and head and she screamed 'you're movin' in with your uncle and auntie in belair.' I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. if anything i could say that this cat was rare, but i thought "nah forget it, yo, homes, to bel air." i pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and i yelled to the cabby "yo homes, smell ya later." looking at my kingdom, i was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
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