Mr Vexed.

It seems I’ve stroked your ego. You’re a boy who loves to earn. I’m glad you felt so confident when you tried to crash, but burned. It’s not my fault you went running. It’s not me who sent me “this.” I’m not surprised by your audacity - you always liked the smell of your own shit.

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