I know a guy named Wierdo.
He said,
“I hate you, woman. If you really want to quit,
I suggest you depart, leaving something behind.”
The next day,
Wierdo saw her wrist hanging on the clothesline.
He screamed and told me.
I said, “I hope you depart exploded.”
He blew up.

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