Oh God.
Not another year.
I can’t take another year of this…
…madness.
I can’t.
I won’t do it.
I’d rather die than go through it again.
You will go through it again.
No.
Yes, you will.
And do you know why?
Because you’re a sucker.
And no matter how bad it gets,
you’re going to keep showing up for more.
Face it.
This is who you are.
Maybe it’s not too late.
Maybe I can make a break for it.
And go where?
Who’s going to take you in looking like that?
You’ve been wearing the same clothes since 2008.
Your face looks like a melted candle,
and your left foot is hanging on by a thread.
You’re lucky they haven’t thrown you into the compost bin.
They wouldn’t.
They should.
Face it, buddy.
You’re on borrowed time.
So, if I were you,
I’d gird your pathetically soft loins for what’s about to happen.
But… what about… her?
Yeah.
Her.
She’s pretty sick, isn’t she?
She’s… twisted.
Yeah.
Teenagers, am I right?
I can still make a run for it.
Get lost somewhere.
Somewhere dark, where she can’t find me.
She’ll find you.
Just like she found…
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