- The lights were driving me mad.
- "I only had a tiny bit to drink!" I shouted, but there was nobody left to listen to me.
- "There's only a few days left before you'll have to move out," they told me, "You'd better find someplace to stay." How could I argue with that?
- You know, I thought this would be a good day. Why does everything have to upset me? Why am I so difficult?
- "Hey, you hear the one about the two cats in the bank?" he asked casually. "I hope you die and burn forever in the fiery lakes of hell." I replied without enthusiasm.
- Somewhere, about ten or fifteen miles out of Masston, they lost all of my clothes and lit my car on fire.
- "I was thinkin' about the other night," she said, wincing, "and I really don't think you should be here. In fact, I don't think you should come 'round here for a while, you know? I don't feel real comfortable 'round you no more, alright?"
- It took me seven hours to find that glass, and when I finally found it I filled it with scotch -- and I mean filled it -- and I stayed up all night watching the drink disappear.
- "Don't you dare try to tell me that you love me!" I shouted, outraged. "I can't believe you'd say that to me! You're not allowed to love me, I have to love you and sit here and cry and bleed because I know you'll never love me! How dare you say you love me! You're ruining everything that I've ever known!"
- The guy was already insane, I just told him that he'd been right all along.
- And with that, the whole party of twelve took their coats and trew them into the fire. it was a brilliant blaze, and I wept at the sight of them leaving it behind.
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