What you
did to us was inexcusable, you disappointing, sallow scab. Took advantage of
us, got your way, abused us, almost destroyed all we had. You took my strength,
you took my passion, and turned it into a fashion show. Dollar signs in your
eyes, you being to fantasize about how much money you’ll be owed. Drink your
guilt down while you drive around, and everything you did’s a letdown. I am not
a robot. He is not a robot. He is not a robot. He is not a robot. Never again!
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