now we get a two?
It will all be okay.
I wanna see the look on his face when I call him out on his horse shit.
I want the pleasure of sitting across the table and seeing him sweat.
Then I wanna look him right in the eyes and tell him what a pices of shit he is.
Right to his face.
I wanna ask him all the questions I wanna ask Janet.
This way, at a minimum, he knows I am on to him.
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