chapter eighty two: call me..
father thought me to fight my own battles..
mother thought me that if i should ever go down, i should go down fighting..

alright babies..
the time has come
once again for us to measure our growth..
we will.. i believe we will and we can.. yes??

man..

i've had it..

no more games..

i really dislike you soccer boys..

you might be reading this..

i hope you are..

i have no way to contact you..
so this is the only way i noe how..

call me..
i wanna noe why you boys cant stand me soo much..
when i cant even remember your faces..
and i dont even noe over half of you..
so please..
call me..

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