Aug 02, 2006 19:47
I told you to move on. To grow elsewhere. Your execution is pathetic, though, I do admit, not wholly your fault. You were meant for different things.
You've been speaking for me for a while now, but apparently the time I was gone made you weak.
Perhaps it's just the bloodloss, but for right now, we're starting therapy.
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