Disgust Makes Me Deadly

No one wants me around, so I choose to go wherever I want and say to Hell with everyone I meet. I don't say it out loud, but it's implied by my prescence in the company of good people. There are lots of good people out there, but too many of them aren't as good as they think they are.

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