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You know, because of the conversations that we had, that leaving me in the dark is tantamount to torture. Yet you have. You continue to do so. All of the squirming and anguish over here must feed a lot of ego. The way you talked to me that day when you had him on the phone, whoever I was died right then. I was never anything but sweet, would have done anything for you. Now all you look at is my reaction, forgetting what I was reacting to. What I am reacting to, still. What I will be reacting to when the rain finally comes. Not that you will care when I murder myself to escape this Torquemadan silence.

I don't think you ever did care, I was just a cardboard cutout filling a space, a role, for a time. And when it was safe to do so, I was abandoned. My death will be the punctuation at the end of a sentence which will ring in your ears (both of you) forever, long after I am gone. All 162 points of IQ have been busy...

All because you can't be bothered to have a conversation about how human you are.

I know that even if you do see this that you will only dig your heels in further.

Jesus Wept.
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