Look here.
I’m over your nonsense and I’m going to probably have to hit you in the face when you don’t listen to me telling you otherwise.
Listen.
It’s nothing personal, but you need to shut up, yesterday. I don’t want to hit you in the face, but we’ve got rules around here. I’m not going to be the one to start going against time-honored tradition.
Hold up.
Please stop crying. We both can’t be crying and I’m not allowed to stop. You’ve got to be the bigger person here. I’m not allowed to tell you again.
Leave.
And get me a tissue box. Then, stop doing what you’re doing forever. Trust me. I know how things go here. You will too eventually.
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