Stop.
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3.18.2002
Shut up. Just shut up. Yes, I can hear my conscience pounding at the door over how harshly I'm judging you, but shut up. I know this tactic, this method of gathering pity for yourself. I know how you set yourself up as the one who has the most troubles at the moment, even mentioning in exquisite detail how your great great aunt died. Even though you were not close to her whatsoever. I know how this game works. I know because I used to play it all the time, and if I'm not careful I find myself doing it even now. So stop. Before I lose all of what little patience I have left. Stop talking. Stop. . . . . . posted:||10:08 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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