Dear Diary,
I can barely write now because of that new big guy Lennie. He messed my hands up so bad. I deserved it because I was the one picking a fight. Man if my hands were not broken I would totally beat the **** out of everyone.
I also hate how they complain about everything. Like the food or the smells. I probably didn't realize that to until I heard them. I also here how the boys keep talking about my wife. If they touch a hair on her I'll beat the **** out of everyone. I don't care if my hands are broken or not I will still beat them up.
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