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[geniusforgotten]

Helen this. Helen that. Helen, Helen, Helen. I always knew you liked her better.

Meanwhile, I'm forced to lurk in the recesses of your mind without even a decent bottle of wine to keep me company. No, instead, you've left me with the protégé and Miss Death-for-hire. And let's be honest, they hardly make for intelligent conversation.

Frankly, I'm insulted.

Comments

[fosteringdyslexia]

That would be cool. People might like me a second time.

[geniusforgotten]

It's not as great as it seems.

[fosteringdyslexia]

Can't be worse than the way things are currently.

[geniusforgotten]

I wouldn't be certain of that.

[fosteringdyslexia]

I would. At least you have a roof over your head, even if does belong to Helen.

[geniusforgotten]

Doing it over again doesn't mean you get to change anything.

[fosteringdyslexia]

The whole point of doing it over again is to change everything!

[geniusforgotten]

It doesn't always work that way.

[fosteringdyslexia]

It never does.