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Hey Shizu-chan
You're late again.
I have a reason.
An excuse. What's your excuse this time for being late? Put the chicken down. That's mine.
This is the reason. Truck full of chickens.
Chickens. And why do I find that fitting? I dunno.
Maybe because it's very foul?
Don't even try to joke about this. I mean, you've been late every night this week. What is up with that??? Are you cheating on me?
No. Why in the world would I do that? Besides, I wasn't late last night.
I've seen you with other girls--I mean, girls.
Are you calling yourself a girl???
Shut up! (Okay! No need to be vicious.) I'll hit you with a sign post. (Oh, like you haven't done that before.)
You know what? This is just...too tense. You've got to make more of a commitment if you're going to make this work.
And you call threatening with a sign post commitment.
Well, you always have your little switchblade out. (Do I have it on me now?) No. Which is a miracle. (I thought it was being thoughtful.) You? Thoughtful? Don't make me laugh.
Well, in that case if you're going to feel that way about it, perhaps we should just split.
What? Again??? Are you nuts? that's like the fourteenth time this month. I can't even count how many times this year. AND IT'S ONLY FEBRUARY!
You're the one who threatens me with a sign post, and yet you are asking me why
Cuz you keep doing this every time.
Oh, gee, considering all the violence in this relationship, I wonder why.
You're the violent one. You and your little switchblade.
It's a RUBBER knife.
Yeah THAT one. That's a keychain, you dork.
Which I carry in place as my normal one, because you didn't like it. (Yeah right) And yet you're the one who hits people with signposts.
(Where's the logic???) You know what, you know what...this is the last break-up we're ever gonna have, you know, cuz I-m-I'm so totally done with this.
I'm done making up, I'm done breaking up, I'm done with you. It's over.
IZAYA.
It was over before you even said that.
You know what, we are never ever getting back together, and YOU, out!!
Like I even wanna be here. (GET OUT!) Later, loser.
Jerk. I hate him.