I CAN MISS YOU IF I WANT TO, BRAT.

[shortcut]

Hell no.

One month wasn't nearly long enough. Haaaah—you don't even have to bother feeding me any lines. It's simple. Very. Simple. I don't have the time for your damned games.

—just move on!

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[hipsterdouche]

You say that, but all she hears is [lovely imitation of Edward, were Ed a chipmunk:] 'play me! Play me like an well-loved violin, you wicked, wicked woman! O, I can hardly stand the ruinous solitude!'

[A beat.]

You see how you're not helping your cause?