I don't like cats. They smell like rotted tuna, they purr, they cuddle up to you, and they make women squeal like banshees. I hate cats. Now could someone please tell me how I got stuck with fucking freakish looking cats as the indicator of my current mood? Not that any of you need to know how I'm feeling, but I refuse to work with cats.If Aerith
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Cute comeback, kid.
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Though you do know you can change those, right?
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If I knew, I wouldn't have wrote all of that.
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I'm sorry, but do I know you?
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Wait.
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Oh God.
... you didn't bring her here, did you?
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So... where do you know me from again?
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You know very well how we know one another, Aerith.
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how?
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You look familiar, like i've seen you somewhere before.
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If this is you, kid, you know damned well I don't answer to that name.
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I'll let it slide this once. Where in the hell are you at?
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