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A couple of months back,
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I caught Tug going through my purse.
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Oh, I hate when they do that.
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Was he looking for weed or money?
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Who knows at this point?
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Anyway, I'd knocked a couple back and things got heated.
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Pretty soon we're both screaming,
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throwing stuff round the apartment.
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Next thing you kown, lady upstairs calls the cops.
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Oh, give me a break.
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So, now I got some social worker
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trying to tell me how to raise my boy.