Rain:
You suck.
You make everything smell like puppy.
It's time for you to stop.
Then again, MP says I get a b.a.t.h. when you stop.
I'm so conflicted.
Girls. Girl. The Girl:
Enough.
It's a bit like being hit in the chest with an anvil.
There's nothing we can do.
I'm not sure we would do anything if we could.
Maybe it's best we leave each other alone.
...and how painful is that?
