He had seemed nice at the bar but now, when he started to talk, she realized he had just been quiet. Jake Rivers was pacing around the room smoking a cigarette. He was furious. “It’s these immigrants.” he said. “They’re taking all the jobs away from good, hard working Americans.” She was on the bed, under the sheets. “It’s this school.” he said. “It’s full of libtarded soy-boy beta cucks.” He turned and saw her getting dressed. “It’s your fault. If you weren’t such a femenazi maybe then… maybe then I’d…” he trailed off. He sat down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled. “Don’t say it.” He said. Half angry, half pleading. “It’s okay Jake.” She said. Half relieved, Half laughing. “Don’t fucking say it.” “It happens to a lot of guys.”
Matthew Cameron 
He had seemed nice at the bar but now, when he started to talk, she realized he had just been quiet. Jake Rivers was pacing around the room smoking a cigarette. He was furious. “It’s these immigrants.” he said. “They’re taking all the jobs away from good, hard working Americans.” She was on the bed, under the sheets. “It’s this school.” he said. “It’s full of libtarded soy-boy beta cucks.” He turned and saw her getting dressed. “It’s your fault. If you weren’t such a femenazi maybe then… maybe then I’d…” he trailed off. He sat down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled. “Don’t say it.” He said. Half angry, half pleading. “It’s okay Jake.” She said. Half relieved, Half laughing.
“Don’t fucking say it.”
“It happens to a lot of guys.”
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