It’s not the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the aggressive bookie for the fight demanding payment after you stupidly bet on the small dog because you thought he had a lot of spirit, and oh Jesus Christ I’m scared, I don’t normally get mixed up in things like this, I’m so fucking scared.
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