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"squidward i..." the yellow sponge struggled to form the sentence, the words lingering in the air.
"save it for someone who cares." squidward spat venomously, holding up a long tendril. "i'm done, sponge. i'm done." his words croaked out, tears swelling in his mahogany eyes. the cephalopod turned quickly to leave, stepping out into the road.
"SQUIDWARD WATCH OUT!"
the bus headlight illuminated spongebobs ex lover in the road, barreling towards him.

... to be continued...

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