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Were I a reader of me, I would think that this girl tells every fucking little thought in her head.
Well, I don't. It wouldn't really do me any good, and it's all about me.
I only tell you things that I want you to hear.
I am angry. I once heard a wise man say that anger is only a loud, extroverted proclamation of pain.
Is that so?
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