Voicemail (Interlude)

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One new message recieved yesterday at 11:04 p.m. Uh, yeah, this is Brittany, the one you keep on fucking writing on Facebook. Uh, talking about my, uh, deceased friend and calling her names and shit. I don't-I don't know who the fuck you are. You need to really stop fucking messaging me on Facebook before I fucking get you for harassment. 'Cause you don't fucking know me and I will fuck your little world up. You're only a little, what? Fifteen, sixteen years old. You have no right fucking messaging me, especially talking shit about my friend that has been murderеd. I'm not playing this stupid shit 'cause you ain't nothing but a little boy. And I'm telling you, I donе talked to your mama fucking last time and you wanna fucking message me again. You keep this shit up I'm gonna have somebody come over there and whoop your little scrawny ass. I'm gonna come all fucking wild. So you better stop this shit now 'cause I ain't fucking playing. You done pissed me off for the very last time. You're not gonna sit there and talk about my dead friend.