WHY?!
The more sensible side of me screamed in anguish.
HAVE YOU FINALLY LOST IT? WHY WOULD YOU SO DELIBERATELY BRING THE EPITOME OF INFURIATING UNTO OUR DOORSTEP?
YOU'VE CURSED US. CURSED US!
Who knew the sensible side of me could be so sensitive?
So why'd I do it? Why did I say yes, when every part of me screamed no? Did the allure of wealth finally corrupt my soul so pure?
No. Money's got nothing to do with. Ok, maybe its got a little to do with it - but it's hardly the reason why I ultimately decided to let this narcissistic narcissist into the building.
I don't got a good sensisble reason though to explain my decision, it's a really petty decision, you'll find I'll be the first to admit.
Simply put, I'm dying from nothing. This recovery period has gotten me earnestly yearning for even the smallest inkling of stimulation.
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