I get the job. quit.
I get the job. quit.
and now I am about to trying to one more job in vietnam.
next my job is type of architecture.
I don know the future.
I am trying to flip the coin and I may get fucking destroyed.
But until The day I die, i have to come back and rub my shit and in his face.
Absolutely I will.
better not let up, better not let his breathe
Are you aware of what you make me feel?
I think he did not know my hurt feeling.
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