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The amount of spelling errors, grammar errors, and unnoticed auto-correct has me seething at this gay phone-posting Foid. It's so bad it could be real.

>It chased me when I ran for the shove but then I swung at it…and I swung until it stopped. I don't think I will ever forget the sound or feeling.

This sentence reads like a young adult fiction novel:

I swung.... I swung again... and again... The beast, whose breed is not important, would not relent. I let forth a primeval scream against the patriarchal structure of society that let to this moment, I swung again with all of my might. Finally it stopped. The silence descended over the house like a layer of styrofoam. I held up my trembling hand, blood running down my wrist to drip onto the pinewood floor. The moment was etched into my consciousness. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Also, can someone fluent in reading stream of consciousness phoneposts from midwit Foids decipher this sentence? 'Ran for the shove'? Surely she mean ran for the house. She swung at it until it stopped? With what? Girlboss power?

"I don't know if the pitbull survived" a 5'3 Foid beat a fricking pitbull to death? Huh?