at me and you see a threat to your lovely little world and you don’t like it. Well, I’ll tell you something, Greta. If you think I’ll be scared away by a sour crone who’s so old she dreams in black and white, then you’re in for a massive disappointment. I made a deal with Trey, and I’ll be here until I’ve lived up to my half of it. In the meantime, feel free to keep up the insults and the intimidation techniques—all I ask is that if at any point it seems like I care, please tell me, because I really don’t
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