I can't stand the sight of you. Your very presence annoys me. I'm sorry, but I just don't want another reminder of how careless I've become. And I don't want, can't take, one more thing to worry about.
So off you go, fingernails. See you in a few weeks. Maybe by then I'll have the time and the money to treat you the way you deserve. (CLIP CLIP!)
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