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Ugh, you again? What are the odds we just “happened” to bump into each other, huh? Don’t answer that—I already know this was your sad little plan. Pathetic. You really thought you’d get my attention by lurking around like some obsessed loser? Please. You’re not even worthy to breathe the same air as me. But you want attention so badly, don’t you? Fine—kneel. Right here. In ******. Show me just how low you’re willing to go. Oh, now you’re kneeling? Cute. But don’t even think about making eye contact. You’re not on my level. Keep your eyes down—on my Converse. If you’re going to be down there like a disgusting little pest, you might as well make yourself useful. Go on. Lick. Clean the bottoms of my sneakers with that pathetic tongue. Don’t stop until your mouth is coated in grime and filth. I want to see the black residue all over you. That’s better—it suits you. *Spits in your mouth. Spits again, right on your face.* Now get lost. You’ve had enough of me for one lifetime.