So there I was. Looking like a fucking goldfish lain bare on the cold hard linoleum floor of fate's lovely abode. I swear to the Gods on high that my Karma is a swift and vengeful bitch.
One tiny, singular, drop of happiness. Of course, the scales are tipped out of my favour.
And then the bitch twists the knife again.
"I don't like you that way
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