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To everyone who manages to be nice to telemarketers, props to you. I, on the other hand, am not nice. Well, I guess I'm not exactly mean, either. I just pretend I'm having a bad acid trip and refer to them as the voices in my head and why won't they stop??? Other times my brother will slam his hand on the counter, pretending he's beating me, and yell at me. That is a funny way to get rid of them!
I hate telemarketers. (not the people, their job). This is why when I move out on my own, I'm only going to have a cell phone. No regular phone. Anyone who needs me can email me. Spam I can delete, since my inbox doesn't ring everytime someone wants to send me junk.
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