I have been so fucking patient with you through this whole thing. The entire fucking time. All semester, I've been at your beck and call. And as soon as I want something from you, you bail on me. YOU FUCKING BAIL ON ME. You say you "owe me big." You're damn right you do. I expect chocolate and flowers and the whole fucking nine yards after tonight. I want the whole fucking thing. And you'd better deliver. It had better be decent for as long as I've had to wait for this.
An this has been a rant.
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