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Raw Script: Emo Sorry

Now I could be the baddest person you're thinking of. But I am not. Because if I am one, I would not have entertained you, approached you with all the niceties.

It just happened we have this kind of goal we are competing about. And there are some things that just can't be shared of no matter how generous one is. The sadder thing, the word choice exists.

My sorry couldn't dwindle the emotion you are into now, I'm sure of it.

I will say again, "Your smart-ness and prettiness are your weapons you can make use of. I am in no place of dictating you what to do. If what you think you have for him is doing him something right, you go on."

This, too, came from you, you'll get over this.

I did not win. You did not lose. Maybe, as of the moment. For the dice has just started to be rolled...

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