Sometimes I really wonder -- am I anymore than an indentation, a hassle, in your life? And to think that I'm not even a big hassle. Perhaps I should have made things very difficult for you. Perhaps I should have inconvenienced you more, made you feel shit uncomfortable. Hah.
Then for sure... you'd never forget the girl who chopped your little finger off to put in her pickle jar for keepsake.
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