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what sort of a man decides to brag about so called success his life has found to better a mate he knows is down stuck lost and confused on the ground brags which suggest his wife is fine yet unaware she was declined as he was casting hook and line when she refused him everytime bragging that he's successful through one job he's had since school which could be done by any fool repeat repeat repeat some more bragging as a mature adult and thus someone never at fault calls it banter when he insults sees a wound and rubs in salt a man like this needs others down to feel accomplished and feel proud a better breather than those drowned oh to be a fickle clown

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