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[goddesspatil]

No.

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[bootme]

Get used to it, already.

[goddesspatil]

Thanks for that.

[bootme]

Any time, love.

[goddesspatil]

Leave me alone.

[bootme]

Should I, then?

Why?

[ravencapt]

How old are you, Boot, three?

[bootme]

I'm old enough to know that the world doesn't end for you because things have gone fucking bad for you for a little bit and you have to fucking keep breathing and moving and not everyone fucking cares.

So, apparently older than her, and also a month younger than her. Very twin paradox.

[ravencapt]

I hope you're not saying that beacuse you've had it rough you can be an arse to her.

[goddesspatil]

No, he's saying it because he's right. No one gives a shit about anyone else.

Of course, then he can just not bloody bother to read my journal either.

This has to be a mistake though, Roger.

[ravencapt]

I give a shit about you, Padma. He doesn't, so he's right?

Look, Padma, I'm owling you where we are. You do whatever the fuck you want.

[goddesspatil]

I can't leave my sister.

[bootme]

Please.

I'm saying that everyone's fucking wounded, and you either move and bandage and heal, or you get infected and fester.

And I've been in both fucking places, thanks.

[goddesspatil]

Look you bloody bastard piece of shit. If you want to cause pain, go somewhere else. I fucked you over. I get that. I trusted Anthony instead of you. I'M SORRY.

BUT STOP TRYING TO MAKE THINGS SOMEHOW BETTER BY PRETENDING TO BE SO BLOODY SUPERIOR JUST BECAUSE JUSTIN IS ALIVE AND ANTHONY ISN'T.

I'M SORRY I'M SORRY BLOODY HELL I'M SORRY JUST STOP PLEASE.

[fletchfinchley]

Someone's got issues.

[goddesspatil]

GO TO HELL.

[fletchfinchley]

Been there, got the teatowel.