you inspire me to write.
...no. stop that. don't thank me, stupid, you don't know what I'm writing. I could be writing about how I look into your window at night, or about my plot to kill you. maybe I'm writing about how insufferably polite you are.
yeah, not so flattered now, are you? think about the things I know about you, think about how you've affected me, and now reevaluate. what do you think I'm writing about?
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