It’s not you, it’s me… she rolled her eyes.
Know what? You’re a composer Kyle, a damned good one, and yet you can’t even give yourself a better line than that cliché. It is you, you and your schedules and your gigs and your groupies. It’s all about you and I’m fed up with it!” and with that she did one last, perfect hair flip, turned around
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