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Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the birds I'll share this lonely view

In a word, yes. How you doing, Elise?

I'm alright. Considering asking Doctor Hobson for a raise. I swear I practically offer free therapy to the patients in his waiting room before he gets to see them. I should be charging for my services, I'm not half bad. How're things going for you, Connor?

Haha, sad to say I think they have, I don’t really belong back in the burbs anyway. 

Well... I'm glad you've found somewhere that's more like home for you. If you're ever back in the area, give me a call, okay? It's not the same without you.

Do not turn away my friend Like a willow I can bend No man calls my name No man came

I swear you were the one that told me you can't trust anyone around here, least of all yourself. So I accept the compliment, but I don't entirely believe you.

But seriously, you are too good for him or just any old piece of trash.

And that's a judgement you can make based on about fifteen minutes of conversation?

Those flower bitches seem to cause nothing but trouble, especially that little leader of theirs. Fuck her. 

My god, you're such a charmer. Tell me, does it work on all the ladies?

After I decided being part of Karina Solomon's little group of flowers was bullshit and walked, she decided to tell everyone that I slept with Roger Daly as some ridiculous revenge tactic.

Fair enough. What've you been up to? I never see you around any more; hope the gypsies aren't spiriting you away for good.

Fuck ‘em. I’m sure this “home wrecker” bullshit will blow over soon. Girls always find something new to bitch about.

Oh, definitely. Someone's going to get fired for drinking on the job, or sleep with their cousin, and I'll be yesterday's news. The great thing about petty gossip: it's petty. They'll always replace it before you can blink.

No one should be up at this time…. 

Then why are you?

But thanks. It's nothing I can't handle. If anyone's dumb enough to believe rumours started by petty suburban girls, then I'm not really interested in having their affection or their respect anyway.

Cute. Everyone that believes I'm a home wrecker, which is an unusually high number given that I didn't actually wreck a single home.

On the rare occasions that people actually give me a chance, then yes.