- Elisabeth Foley, writer

Above all you were my friend. Can you imagine how I feel...? THIS FEELING. I really hate it. Can you blame me? Of course I can't resist talking.
*SIGHS***
you want me to restrain talking.
you should have restrained the sweets in the beginning too darling, like I told you to.
but you couldn't, then.
and I can't, now.
So...
How?
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