By the way, I haven't heard an 'I'm sorry' from you yet." My sense of grievance had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation. I am sorry that the manned picked on you." I glared at him. "Not enough," I said. I was trying hard to hang on to this conversation. Angelic Rookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil manned violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me." That's more like it.

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