Beichte von Boo

I, 21f, confess i never graduatet and therefor forged my Highschool diploma. Since it worked i have been riddled with guilt. What a relieve it is to tell

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sugar_lipss

I wish I could be your guy and take care of that perfect body

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sugar_lipss

I wish I could be your guy and take care of that perfect body

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sugar_lipss

5We may get on and do many things together

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sugar_lipss

We may get on and do many things together

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sugar_lipss

Hello dear. I would like to see what you look like

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sugar_lipss

Hello dear. I would like to see what you look like

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SatanSoul2

feeling bad is for squares

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ImPapaBear

Why guilt.? Just curious as to why, do teachers feel guilt when they make salaries as some and have a drop out rate of 60%. Chicago teachers starting pay is $80K a year and have a drop out rate higher than 60-

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Vicky9844

Hey

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Leomeo

Just get a degree

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Isabe

Hello

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Isabe

Kudos to evryone here

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My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

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