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she's begging for forgiveness and my supplies are so low i need to ration them

would you like to open a credit card account?

the letters are pleading and dripping with compliments which for some reason make me roll my eyes with disgust

this is just a courtesy call

she clutches her illness in her fist, swinging it proudly above her head for all to see, her battle cry "i can't help it"

is there a better time when we may reach you?

an apology more precious to me than her, and i'm unwilling to give it; it just doesn't seem appropriate, not what she should be asking for, i don't know exactly why or what i'd prefer

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she just doesn't deserve it...not now, probably never again i've called her bluff and she is left standing ugly on that hill alone living out her own private fantasy and it just seems right that i should try to give her this since i can't give what she's asking for

thank you for your time.