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so now you show me your bruises so i can 'ooh' and 'ah' at the display. maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes, that makes everything okay? or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince, who rides up and unties your hands. or maybe i'm supposed to be the furrow-browed friend who think she understands.
[yeah, and i loved you first, but you know i would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes in your arm.]