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IT'S ALWAYS SO ANNOYING TO RECEIVE NOT-REQUIRED INFOS ABOUT YOUR VERY PRIVATE LIFE. YOU ALWAYS HAVE THIS URGENCY TO TELL ME HOW PERFECT IS YOUR LIFE AFTER MY FAST FAKE PRESENCE IN YOUR EXISTENCE. DID I EVER ASK YOU SOMETHING MORE THAN A SIMPLE "HOW ARE YOU"? DID I EVER TOLD YOU MY PRIVATE THINGS? YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME. THIS IS WHAT I CALL RESPECT. RESPECT FOR A PAST LIFE, WHICH DOES NOT EXIST ANYMORE, WHICH IS MOSTLY MEANINGLESS, BUT IS, UNFORTUNATELY, PART OF WHAT I AM TODAY. NOT PART OF WHAT YOU ARE. JUST ABOUT ME. ME. ME. AND MY LIMITLESS ARROGANCE. THAT DISGUST EVERY TIME. WELL DONE. GO AHEAD WITH YOUR PERFECTION, SO FAR FROM MINE AND THAT DOES NOT INTEREST ME AT ALL. IT WAS MY FAULT AGAIN TO GET IN TOUCH. I'LL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE AGAIN OR, AT LEAST, NOT FOR A LONG TIME, AGAIN, LIKE TWO YEARS AGO. CAN YOU IMAGINE. TWO YEARS. FLOWN AWAY LIKE A SIMPLE MOMENT, LIKE A SNAP, LIKE A PICTURE IN WHICH YOUR FACE IS EXCLUDED. VOLUNTARILY EXCLUDED. AMEN.