"Hey."
"Hi."
"I called you last night."
"I know."
"You know? Why didn't you answer? Or call me back? Something?"
"Because you were drunk. Still are it seems"
"Wha-- I... So?"
"So you only call me when you're drunk."
"That's not true..."
"Pretty true. Drunk or annoyed because no one will bang you."
"... What's your point?"
"My point is I'm done."
"... Done?"
"Done. I'm not playing your games anymore."
"What games do you think I've been playing?"
"[sigh]... I waited for you, for years. You only talk to me when you have no one else. You only see me when no one else will look at you. You bounce from one person to the next, flitting around on the wind, but I waited because I hoped that one day you'd call me and you'd actually mean it."
"But I do mean it."
"No. You don't. And I am not going to be your plaything anymore."
"... But I love yo-"
"That's just
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