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And consequently, I must take this course of action only if, by some deranged kind of miracle, Gabby still wants me. And what a gargantuan if that is. I really shouldn't be hateful towards her(her, being the vile creature that is poisoning my beloved, or rather, the one I wish was my beloved, into hating me and has most likely already succeeded at this point, with my unfortunate help of course), but that bitch needs to shove her foot down her greasy little throat and keep that slithering tongue of hers locked within the unfathomably disgusting mouth of hers. Drink your own poison, and leave my angel out of it. Oh you're her best friend alright. But I'll be taking that position away from you soon. Just wait till your conniving little claws slip up. Then you'll now the fury of hell.