honestly, I don't act like this on purpose, is it my fault sometimes my voice gets louder or I accidentally cut you off? Sthu, please. You say oh if you don't want me to live here, I'll leave. I had no intentions of telling you to leave. I need toleration, okay? I'm an impatient, hot tempered child, I know. I won't deny it. But to cope with the mess I am, you have to have toleration and patience, which you somehow lack? Yet you say you are and flatter yourself. Whatever, bye.
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