"You are one of those annoyingly loud gamers that talks shit playing call of duty aren't you?" quipped the guy who ran his mouth rather posthaste on an online car community forum. The plot thickened from there. As some members stayed on topic and went about their business, the burly ballroom dancer sat anxiously behind his keyboard awaiting a reply to what was surely, in his mind if not elsewhere, a poignant and coherent thought that was indubitably relevant to the discussion at hand. Alas, he was wrong once again, and no further ammunition was offered him. He relinquished to sit alone, pondering why nobody wished to communicate with him any longer on that stormy eve.
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