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Today on platform 2 of Union Station, I heard the following single side of a cell phone converstion at 9 in the morning:
"The fuck? I'ma have to choke you, bitch! Yeah, get your ass out of bed and get goin! How's yo' tummy? Yeah? He kickin? Thatss cause he know you bein' such a bitch to his fuckin' daddy."
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