Sorry it's a bit short, but this was the best version I got of it.

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Andromache shook the spray can. It made a satisfying clunking noise in her hands. She continued to shake it, simply to give her already shaking hands something to do.

Though what she did was against the law, her hands did not shake for that.

Nor did they shake because she wrote profanity on the metal rail in front of her.

No, they shook for all of those years with him.

Him.

The him that was the son of the man who killed her husband.

The him who had struck her father-in-law down before her eyes.

The him who had ordered the killing of her son, Astyanax.

The him who she had been given to at the fall of her city.

The him who had abandoned her (thank Zeus) for the daughter of the woman who had started all this misery in her life.

The list against that bastard went on and on.

Andromache spat into the creek below her feet, but the spit mixed with the tears that she was crying, and had been crying for years. All of the pain and humiliation that he had caused her, at the death of her loved ones, and to satisfy his perverted needs, had built up into this. Graffiti on the side of the road in the middle of no where.

It was a start.

As she walked away, she reread it to herself.

Pyrrhus is a faggot mother-fucking bitch!

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So before you all scratch my eyes out for the use of the word faggot, I want you to know that I personally don't use it. Read on.

So about a week ago my family and I got back from the Illinois State Fair, and we stayed in a campground literally in the middle of no where. But to get to the campground you had to go over a bridge that was COVERED in spray painted graffiti. I once walked to it because I was really bored, and read some of it. But the one that caught my eye was the one that said Pyrrhus is a faggot mother-fucking bitch! And first I was like 'Well isn't that that guy from that Trojan War story thingy?' and then I was like 'Who in the world would anyone want to curse him?' and then I was like 'Oh! That would make a great fick!' So here you go.

I do not blame anyone for saying that about him. He was exactly what they said he was.

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