Wtf. . . what are you doing peering into my life?!? You’ve made your exit - a grand one at that. You wanted out, then stay out.
Ironic though, considering that til now I refuse to have pasts cloud my present and future. Hey, you, stealer of dreams - and your partner in crime - there’s nothing more you can get out of and from me. Except for a few more snickers. Hah.
