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I used to have a temper, but I had enough control of it to hold it back until I found something I could afford to break. Like Kleenex boxes and stuff. One time I punched a frisbee and my hand went though it and broke it at an angle, and there was this movie-like splatter of blood. It actually chilled me out cause it looked pretty cool, and it was a relatively tiny and painless cut.
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