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Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Dearest fuckwad, you are so what is wrong with humanity. We watched you walk by with your little dog—he had to poop, something dogs will do. You took out a bag and picked up the poop—YAY—then you transformed into a prime fuckwad by putting the bag into the branch of a small tree by the Esso on Robie Street. Thanks for preserving it and displaying it for all to admire. —People Can See You