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 | Occasionally, I will (fantasize??) about being shot in the head and my pituitary gland gets f#*ked up... so my body starts growing... | |
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| The doctors finally figure out what's wrong when I'm about eight inches taller... | |
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| Then I try to imagine how f#*ked up that would be... how my friends and family would treat me different... and, yes, if I would look thin at that height. | |
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