You know, if you didn't like me, why not just say so? Instead of actually acting like you liked spending time with me, and telling will how I made you do this and that, and how you hated me hanging around you all the time. I seen you twice since I had been back, but I hang all over you? What the hell, liz. I sat there, listening to your problems, trying to help you out, and yet you talk shit about me. What's the point?
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