Keyner, sincerely fuck your addict ass. Fuck the hour i agreed to go out with you 2 year ago, snorted snow and got a lot of troubles: specially taking the wig to your house and get high instead combing it, the outcome: loosing a natural hair frontlace. Fuck the time i agreed to help you with a phone which now i have to pay and well, you didn't deserve Angelo's heritance: you drank all of it you stupid ass bitch. I don't wish you die soon but if you do, i'm going to dance over your tomb. I have enough taking care of myself, my borderline and my hiv to stand seeing your face and if you ever talk to me again, i'm kicking what's left of your teeth in. I can't feel sorry, ask Magda to do it.