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He said he'll think about it. Whatever that means.
He says he loves me but he hates seeing me. He says he worries about me but we can't be together. He says he has to think things through but he can't make any promises. He asks me to wait but he'll still see Nott. How is this fair?
Worst of all, Nott likes him. And I know he likes Nott. It's just...he loves me. The way I see it, I'm the one getting in the middle of them. And I'm selfish. I'm not going to bow out. Not when it's about Amycus.
So while he thinks things through, I ought to prove myself worthy. And how does he figure I should go about that happy duty?
Convince Fawcet that I'm the right bloke for Amycus. Isn't this fun?
Fawcet,
Fancy a drink, mate?
I've decided to stop smoking. It's a disgusting habit that destroys my lungs and keeps me from being the best that I can be. Thank you, Regulus, for pointing that out to me.
So you can keep your horrible death sticks, Wilkes. I'm a new man now. I'm also apologizing in advance for the fights we will undoubtedly have when the withdrawal symptoms kick in.