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[knockfourtimes]

Look. Let's not pretend I want to be here, or that you have any idea what it is you're doing. As far as you're concerned, this is a game. An experiment, some twisted opportunity to play junior psychiatrist. It's sick. Not to mention an inconvenience and a scam.

But why should you care? No one's stopping you. Nothing can. It's the way of the world.

Don't start in on that Camus crap. I don't want to hear it. I don't need to hear it. No one does.

Keep it to yourself, and I don't care how you waste your time. I won't stand here arguing with you; I have enough to take care of. And whatever it is you think you're doing, you aren't helping a goddamn thing.

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[dissatisfied]

Little bit of this, little bit of that. [ She purses her lips together, the red bow of her mouth tightening into a smile that's false but undoubtedly pleasant. It's a put-upon kind of coy, though she drops the pretense as soon as the sentence is over. ]

Gathering dust, mostly. It's a quiet life.

[knockfourtimes]

With you? I find that hard to believe.