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How can you say
such an ignorant thing? Why can’t you see the tears that they bring? Because of your words. She cries. She did not deserve it, neither her nor you. Your logic's not welcome; we don't need a mind to see what you do. She cries. She went to a bar. And yes, she was drunk. And she talked to the man. They got kind of close. But she said no. No. Don’t do that to me. I want to go home. Stop it, please! No! Stop! She did not deserve this. She didn’t at all. Your words remind her. They’re just as bad.
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