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[fullunlifeconsequences]

I expect a box of chocolates from each of my students tomorrow. Grades will be based on quality. Anyone who doesn't comply will fail.

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[thepartysjustbegun]

I have plenty of friends who are actually cheerful and won't use me to stage a sex scandal. It won't be hard.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

I didn't use you to stage anything. But fine.

[thepartysjustbegun]

I can clearly see how much you actually love me. Excuse me for not being a crying little shit about it anymore, but it's like your morbidness and mindfuckery have only amplified since you died.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

The dead aren't even capable of loving anyone. [If she repeats it enough times maybe it'll become true.] Or caring whether you care or not.

[thepartysjustbegun]

So you were lying to me all this time when you said you said you loved me and led me into this false relationship.

You said earlier I deserved to suffer. You just did a bang-up job making it happen by your own hand.

Happy fucking Valentines day.