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HC.
I like my thriller, all thriller.
*Telling a mongoloid child "you're not special you know..." at their birthday party, giving them a mirror as a gift, and walking with the cake...
or
*Going into a shoe store, and covertly filling the shoes in the closed boxes with chicken livers and fish innards. Returning the next day to complain about the smell.
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It's not the bullet with your name on it you have to worry about...it's all those other ones marked
"to whom it may concern."
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