“I can’t conceive what you want. 271 His parents suggested that he go into therapy. The plank hung over his head. John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark. “The Widgetts,” she said. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp.
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