Imagine someone hurts you. REALLY hurts you. Then for a while it’s all drama and ugly and crazy over-the-top how-could-you-do-this-to-me and you-don’t know-me and you-should-have-known-I-hate-red-onions-in-my-salad and I-wish-I-never-met-you and can’t-you-tell-the-truth-about-anyfuckingthing? and you-have-my-favorite-hairclip-you-asshole. And then mercifully that psychodrama stops, finally, because it’s just too awful and you can’t concentrate on work or even play and NO, dammit, [...]
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