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"'n they call... me the barb'rian," Temujin muttered under his breath as he heard the woman's answer. "Well, the fain... main reason is you've nofin to back up cher insults... and yer moth'll just git ya in trouble..." Breaking his answer up with a belch, he continued on. "Plus, it ain't relly that civil, or polite... ratha quit rude act'lly," he said pushing himself away from the wall.
"Show, 'less yer gonna be'a ittle more nicer, I've a kid I might's well go check on... 'n I ain't r'lly ina mood to beat a w'man os moth's a bit biga then 'er brain be." With that, Temujin staggered a couple steps from the wall, looking around, a little lost but not about to admit it, he waited for a reply from the woman, kind of hoping she'd tame her tongue a little bit.
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-Got a room at the retirement home as of August 2008-
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