So, here's what I know, as me, right here and now, and not as a suited prettyboy twig: you aren't supposed to be around. But, you bein' you, I'm not really surprised to see you. I'm also not gonna beg you for anything.
I know what and who you are, all right? I can feel it. *taps his temple* You should be dead along with all the rest, and I should be here, livin' out the rest of my lives in silence, just trying to fill that void, because that's what I'm supposed to do.
And now you're here, and so am I, and tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?
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And now you're here, and so am I, and tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?
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