You sit across the room from me--fifteen folding metal chairs and two felons sit between us, you're smiling though, a great big fuck-you smile that does nothing short of making you look like a clown. "A clown? Did you just call me a clown?" "No, I didn't just call you a clown. I said you looked like one, what with that evil bullshit smile you've got painted on your face."
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