But you're suicide. "Being the perfect image they had painted for you isn't all you thought it'd be, is it?" he continued, ignoring her. "So you come here, pleading to God for help, pleading he'll put you back on the right path." "Fuck you," she spat, pushing at his chest, trying to escape him for a second time. "Let me tell you something," he grabbed her arm again, more forcefully than the first time. He leaned down, his lips nearly brushing against her ear. "He's not listening."
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