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I once fought Jax in real life, this is my story for those who will listen: St. Petersburg Russia 2003, I was 17 at the time. I was living in a shared home, with 7 other homeless kids. Everyone was on heroin, wasting away with no school or jobs. Although I never did any hard drugs, I drank excessively and often got in trouble with the law. I was a very thin brown haired girl, 5'6. As the winter died down (although it never really died), so did my appetite for this lifestyle. I didn't feel anything anymore, my friend died in my arms last year of an overdose but I didn't feel anything as she left. Everything was gray, not just the city, but my life. A couple of the older boys in the house often had mangled faces, something about an underground fist fight match, I didn't pry too much into it.

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I once fought Jax in real life, this is my story for those who will listen: St. Petersburg Russia 2003, I was 17 at the time. I was living in a shared home, with 7 other homeless kids. Everyone was on heroin, wasting away with no school or jobs. Although I never did any hard drugs, I drank excessively and often got in trouble with the law. I was a very thin brown haired girl, 5'6. As the winter died down (although it never really died), so did my appetite for this lifestyle. I didn't feel anything anymore, my friend died in my arms last year of an overdose but I didn't feel anything as she left. Everything was gray, not just the city, but my life. A couple of the older boys in the house often had mangled faces, something about an underground fist fight match, I didn't pry too much into it.

15/10 should slit his throat. Camps galore.