One last go.

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Here I fucking am. Let's get this done. I really would have been perfectly fine with you throwing my shit out of a window or into a dumpster, but I need that fucking watch and I haven't seen it in days.

There is nowhere else it could possibly be but here. You're right, it's older than God and ridiculously ugly, but it's mine. It was my grandfather's.

You know how important it is to me. I used to leave it on your nightstand when I stayed at the night. I would hang it on the ceramic kangaroo.

You know all this. Are you fucking with me? Jesus, you know exactly how to get to me.

I don't want to talk about it anymore. You've been over this a thousand times in a thousand different ways. There is no scenario that could play out where we would end up together in the end.

We hate each other. We just fucking do. Can you leave for a little while I get my shit together? Can you do that much for me? I am so sick of your goofy shit and of course, you don't have all my things together in one box ready to go.

Makes sense. Thanks for the box, yeah. Okay, let's start with that ridiculous coffee cup you got me with that cat hanging from a bridge that says, hang in there.

That is the dumbest shit I've ever seen. But yeah, I'll take it with me. Even to just toss it in the trash.

I know I left some boxers here. Yeah, all those times I snuck out of here before you could wake up. I always brewed some coffee for you before I went.

Did you hide my own underwear from me? Were you such a perv that you needed to hold onto them and smell them? Seems like a thing you do, freak.