I wish I could convince you, I'm big on convincing, that it's good, that I learned over the months to hack computers too. I learned to hack the US Treasury, and now people are afraid of me a little. They want me bad. d. I can hack the Bank of America. I take little bits from various accounts. I can't explain! It would be wrong! Bad trouble, bad, bad!
I wish I could tell you these things, but even if I could, I wouldn't and I'd lie to you and then say my name was Rod, and you know, talk dirty to you, and when you finally guessed right about my real identity, I'd call you delusional, and have you locked up because I hacked into the STate System. And go[t] you a ride into the hospital. d. Don't underestimate me. Anti-Sec says so. d.
I wish I could tell you. Really.
By the way, that $800 in your account did not come from me. NOt me. I'd put more in. I'm working on my skill set though .
Also, remember that really pretty girl you had a one night stand with? You gave her your number. Yeah. I was jealous. I fucking trashed all those TXT-messages and phone calls she left you on your voicemail. Sorry. I'm cruel like that. But I loves you. Totally. YOu want me more anyway. Why? REasons above.
Sihg.
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