You give me no choice, priority, over compromise... that we've come to this?
Honest.
I understand.
Tell me.
Tell me.
No more rationalization, you womanizer!!
Off you pulverized, womanizer!
I told myself, you're goose is cooked.
And again, you hate me?
I cannot.
I will not.
Responsibility.
Dignity.
Independence.
And my armpits smell stinking rotten.
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