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2005-01-24 - 2:36 p.m.
It's all about the timing. You need to be there right at the perfect moment, when your dad is looking eye to eye with you through the window with his pissed off face, you remember every thing that has gone on for the past few days, the music in your headphones hits the crescendo, you give him a cheery "Fuck You!" telepathically, and let go of the railing and fall until you hit the pile of snow below you.
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