take your shit
"take your shit" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. This is the third time I'm telling you – take back your precious sweaters. I don't have space for them in this substandard, mediocre unit lacking that doesn't square with your ambitions.
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This is the third time I'm telling you – take back your precious sweaters.
I don't have space for them in this substandard, mediocre unit lacking that doesn't square with your ambitions.
Might as well just send over one of the bimbos that keep circling you like flies. Otherwise they're going straight to recycling cuz I can't look at them anymore.
It's amazing how shitty your taste was. Clearly I wasn't just gonk, but blind too.
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From: Maiko Maeda
To: Judy Alvarez
RE: take your shit
And I asked you to give me a bit of time to think about things, and to give yourself a little time to cool down.
I don't care about all that stuff, you can toss it out. But I'd like to come over and talk anyway. This all escalated so quickly – I feel like in a way it was a misunderstanding and maybe we brought up too much, too quickly. It doesn't have to end this way. And even if it does, it doesn't have to be so all-of-a-sudden.
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From: Judy Alvarez
To: Maiko Maeda
RE: take your shit
Far as I'm concerned, we're done talking. I've already buried it, and no way am I digging it back up again – not with you. You're just doing what you always do – buttering me up with promises you don't actually wanna keep.
Just tell me when you're coming and I'll leave a bag with your shit in front of the door. Don't ring the bell or knock cuz I won't answer.
Telling you ahead of time just so we're clear.
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From: Maiko Maeda
To: Judy Alvarez
RE: take your shit
OK, and I'll just tell you this – toss that shit out the window. It's trash, I don't give a shit about any of it. And I'm not coming.
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From: Judy Alvarez
To: Maiko Maeda
RE: take your shit
Nice you can afford to do that. I guess that's what you do with everything – throw it out like trash. No remorse, no regrets.
If you find any of MY shit, feel free to hand leave it on Jig-Jig Street for the people who need them.
As for your clothes – you could get jumped wearing this, so I'd rather just burn it.
I don't have space for them in this substandard, mediocre unit lacking that doesn't square with your ambitions.
Might as well just send over one of the bimbos that keep circling you like flies. Otherwise they're going straight to recycling cuz I can't look at them anymore.
It's amazing how shitty your taste was. Clearly I wasn't just gonk, but blind too.
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From: Maiko Maeda
To: Judy Alvarez
RE: take your shit
And I asked you to give me a bit of time to think about things, and to give yourself a little time to cool down.
I don't care about all that stuff, you can toss it out. But I'd like to come over and talk anyway. This all escalated so quickly – I feel like in a way it was a misunderstanding and maybe we brought up too much, too quickly. It doesn't have to end this way. And even if it does, it doesn't have to be so all-of-a-sudden.
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From: Judy Alvarez
To: Maiko Maeda
RE: take your shit
Far as I'm concerned, we're done talking. I've already buried it, and no way am I digging it back up again – not with you. You're just doing what you always do – buttering me up with promises you don't actually wanna keep.
Just tell me when you're coming and I'll leave a bag with your shit in front of the door. Don't ring the bell or knock cuz I won't answer.
Telling you ahead of time just so we're clear.
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From: Maiko Maeda
To: Judy Alvarez
RE: take your shit
OK, and I'll just tell you this – toss that shit out the window. It's trash, I don't give a shit about any of it. And I'm not coming.
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From: Judy Alvarez
To: Maiko Maeda
RE: take your shit
Nice you can afford to do that. I guess that's what you do with everything – throw it out like trash. No remorse, no regrets.
If you find any of MY shit, feel free to hand leave it on Jig-Jig Street for the people who need them.
As for your clothes – you could get jumped wearing this, so I'd rather just burn it.
