“You don’t hate me. We’re old friends.You have to hide your feelings. You can’t hate me until i come to your door in the middle of the night drunk, 15 years from now. I’ll puke on your couch and sleep on your toilet, and bum some booze off of you. It’ll all of taken place after my failed intervention, because my family didn’t take the key out of the front door when they locked it. And that, and only that will be enough for you to truly hate me.”
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