Oh man, what the fuck. this is too much I can't keep up with this shit... Oh but then it returns to a less terrifying sound. I can hear you much better now.
"What are you thinking, about?"
Uh. Well I'm inclined to say nothing but wha.
"?"
It's this new way that leaves me thirsty. Direct hit straight to the chest sometimes.
For a moment, it's nice background noise.
"This is too, 'word period' style for me."
Oh fuck that. Don't give me that shit. You can't hang with this? I've got hats, and a left shoe.
"I'm leaving."
I must have been wrong about you. Quite frankly, it's insulting that you would act so asinine toward me. Go ahead. Go. Nobody's fucking stopping you.
"I still love you"
(Quotes leave. Statements draws imaginary lines in his head.)
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