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See the joke is, he's not insensitive, Helena, you are. And no, he's no fun this end. You're missing nothing. I'm bored out of my tiny mind listening to the details of his calender three nights a week. Are you satisfied to know that...? Both of you, are you satisfied? Truth is, you are and always will be glad to burden me. It's what you both said you wanted - you know, privately, separately, to me, bending my ear; even though I begged you not to. You're sat on the back of my neck, wet-farting down my spine, in all your cartoon indignity; like greasy hairless baboons. If you persist, I will cut you into pieces with my funny bones.

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