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I don't know why I put up, I'm pretty sure most of it is a lie, just like everything else.
You say nothing's going on and yet you act like there's a million things going on.
A spine, it'd be great if you shared your secrets, because I can smell them from miles away and I'll sniff it out eventually and the consequences will be worse.
I'll be there to trip you into the snake-pit once you lose your balance.
You alright there, Antipathy?