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Am I screwed? I'd like to know if I'm screwed or not, please?
I didn't want to know that. I really didn't. That's why--I mean--
I said I didn't want to know! I told Hal I didn't want to know! It's not my business! I don't get into other people's problems! If they have issues, they have issues. I have mine. That's that.
I didn't need to know his stupid secret. I mean--I--...well, yeah! He was a little strange! We didn't hit it off! Do I ever hit it off with people? He just didn't strike me the right way! And it stayed that way! That was the weird thing--that was what bothered me, and--
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
For the record, no, I've never told anyone my last name. I don't know why I have to get that out there. I just do.
Also, while I did have my eye on the blondie back in elementary school, that was eighteen years ago. We're not in a relationship, and I don't know how many times I have to say that, but it's starting to really get to me, all of you people asking and making hints at any permanent anything. Did I say starting? It's really getting to me. BACK THE FUCK OFF.
By the way, I'm not a bartender full-time. And no, I won't be your personal bartender. I won't be your personal waitress either. Yes, I am a waitress.
You know, despite my spouting all these stupid little truths, I don't see anything I need to hide here. That's...awful convenient.
Have I mentioned I hate this city anyway?
[[Oh, Ev. This is why you shouldn't have asked Light about his little identity problem when truth day hit.]]