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My crisis approaches.
"What do they think! ...Of me?"
"You know what they think. You are them," he uttered in perfect monotony.
I force-fed my teeth into my bottom lip. He was right. I knew it.
"Is it really over?"
He let out a rare yet disgusted sigh. "You seem inept at identifying basic intuition amongst your species. You are nothing but a sloven working backwards. How more laughably presumptuous can you be!"
It was nothing more than a searing truth upon my ears.
"What do they think! ...Of me?"
"You know what they think. You are them," he uttered in perfect monotony.
I force-fed my teeth into my bottom lip. He was right. I knew it.
"Is it really over?"
He let out a rare yet disgusted sigh. "You seem inept at identifying basic intuition amongst your species. You are nothing but a sloven working backwards. How more laughably presumptuous can you be!"
It was nothing more than a searing truth upon my ears.