#micro lesley

I. Gave. You. EVERYTHING! I gave you life, I gave you a body, I gave you safety and a family and THIS is how you dare to repay me? You UNGRATEFUL, ENTITLED BRAT! Don't you understand the position you are in? You would have nothing if it weren't for my kindness. Who allowed you happiness? Who allowed you to marry your little husband? Who allowed you a home? I DID! Out of the kindness of my own heart, out of my own generosity, you have the wonderful and easy life you have now - and you repay me by spitting in my face this way?

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Answer me!

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I will give you one. Last. Chance. to take it back. Take it back, apologize, and go back to work and I will so mercifully forget you ever dared to say something so awful to me. Or else, God so help me, you will force me to correct your behavior myself.

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FINE! Have it your way, brat! You can't handle the real world without me to shield and guide you. Just you watch! Once you see what life is like without me, you'll be crawling back to me before you know it. And you'd better have the sense to be begging on your knees for my forgiveness when you do! The journey always ends up back at home, after all…. you know it to be true. You'll be back, and then see if I take mercy on you...

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... mrs lesley, im quitting

Ha! Quitting? How ridiculous. Where did you get such a silly idea? That's not like you, Tony. You're not following in Larry's footsteps, are you?

Ha! Quitting. What nonsense. Now, get back to work. We've a lot to do this week

... im not going to do that.

Excuse me? I believe I must have misheard you, because the Tony I created would not have the gall to speak so out of turn.

I don't know exactly what you think you're pulling with this little prank of yours, but I had thought you were more mature than that.

End this foolishness and get back to work. NOW.

this isn't a joke, mrs. lesley. i'm leaving. period

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Leaving me?

Just like my son left me?

How could you say that?

When did you become so cruel?

Why are you trying to hurt me?

What have I ever done for you but clothe you, teach you, create the very body you stand in before me now?

... it's not like that-

Leaving me… You can't really mean to say you came to tell me you're abandoning me, to rub salt in my wounds like this.

You can't leave me all alone, not again.

I never thought you would be so cruel to lie to me like this.

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