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Joey heard his father. His dad normally never swore, so when he did, he knew he was mad. 'Why should I give a fuck if he's mad?!' Joey thought to himself. He shouldn't really care, but he did. He hated that he hated his father. And he hated the fact that he hated hating his father. It was all very confusing to him. It seemed like the only thing that was clear was that he was angry. "What the fuck is going on?!" He shouted as he slammed a fist in the wall, leaving a large hole.
His mind was slowly deteriorating, his sanity becoming pure, undistilled rage. He needed something to pull him back before he did something he regretted. His stomach growled, snapping him out of his angry daze. "When the fuck is that pizza coming?" Joey asked himself as he calmed down.
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