“We’ll beat this!”
And a dead beat.
“I sat through your rants of how meager my months’-old tireless and genuine efforts were. I watched you trash them, and how little you saw them…”
“I don’t speak most times… I know. Sometimes I speak too much, and I’m sorry…”
“Would you even take this serious? I mean, it’s in a text. Anyone could have typed it. But no, it’s really me….”
“I spoke, but you didn’t listen. You could not. You wanted to be heard so much. Said you had a better point. A stronger point…”