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Thank you both of you. No she isn't Greek; she's British.
The line has been drawn officially. She has tried to make nice but in a way that has left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Not to be rude, but sort of like a dog that has shit all over the carpet, realizes what it has done, and is acting sorry until you pet it's head again. I refuse to stroke her ego, which seems to be what she so desperately needs at the moment. It's hard. It's getting done though.
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EX: Whats new?
ME: I officially love coffee more then you now.
EX: uh...
ME: So, not much.
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