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Call it a personal quirk or something. I hate being interrupted at moments like that, when I'm trying to get something out into text. It's not even for your sake I'm trying to SAY it, it's to keep it clear in my own head.
And no, you damned well didn't know what I was going to say. I asked. You hemmed and hawed, and then when I finally managed to FINISH what I was trying to say you claimed it had been what you'd been thinking all along.
I'm going to go try to get some fucking sleep, I'm exhausted. I haven't taken any amatryptaline today, or yesterday, and so it's pretty reasonable that my sleep schedule is fucked up.
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