The Hulk made me mad. He never made me cry or doubt myself, but he made me mad. I avoided him and wouldn't have lifted a finger to help or walk two extra steps to see him.
Slick made me cry.
I am of such little value to him that he lost something that will take me time to replace. Time that I do not have.
There are cracks appearing in his foundation. I do not care enough to point them out.
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I am sorry.
I'm so sorry for you. I know the feeling well.
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