It'd be better for me if I got the hell out of here. Perhaps go back where I came from, even though I'd also like to hesitate for a while. I would like you to come pick me up when I get there too. Just, wait fifteen more days. Fifteen days mean a lot you know. Tell my mother to pray for her son and ask her to forgive him. It's been my destiny to bring pain to those who deserved joy instead.
Farewell. Farewell.
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