Okay so when i was like seven, my dad asked my brother,"Hey Brandon can you take out the trash to the dumpster?" My brother said,"yeah sure whatever." He walks over to me, picks me up, walks outside and threw me into the dumpster, which was newly clean. Apparently when i was there I say,"Finally home" So at least i knew i was trash, but like gold trash
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