I didn’t mean. You never do, do you? It’s all like some damn game to you. You blunder around, knocking over things, breaking things, ruining things. You don’t care, do you? I do care. I do. Really I do. It’s just… What? What is it? I’m clumsy, I suppose. Clumsy? Clumsy? You’re not clumsy, you’re a cheat. A cheat and a liar, no a fucking cheat and a fucking liar. Don’t hate me. Why shouldn’t I hate you? Ummm. You can’t answer me, can you? You can’t be honest. Even once. I still love you. Oh fuck off.  

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