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After he left my place, I couldn't stop laughing with my friends.
Imagine thinking you're some sort of stud, walking around like you've got something special,
when the only thing special about him is how tiny he is.
It's almost cute, like a ***** playing dress-up, thinking he's something he's not.
The laugh that follows is harsh, unforgiving, meant to twist the ***** of humiliation even deeper.