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Sierra didn't like me very much. i don't know why. whenever i asked her, she never told me why. i imagine in 10 years she'll be a corporate executive, driving bentleys, mercedes, and jaguars, living in a house taking up way too much space and worth less than the trees she chopped down to make it. she'll be successful and win awards. then she'll die. my point is that it doesn't matter what happens to her because i'll never see her again. |