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â€œListen, I donâ€™t need your shit. Iâ€™ve got plenty of my own, so skedaddle!â€ she almost yelled at him, glaring so intensely that it seemed she would probably be popping something soon. He didnâ€™t bother to even reply, maybe even listen, and continued pulling...