Me, myself and Rennie.
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There is me, then there is the thing that I became. Then there is Rennie. The one who ruined me and my life. She is not my most favourite person in the world. I use the term person very loosely. Very loosely indeed. Behind her back I call her the 'she cunt' but to her face I call her master. She owns my arse, and every other part of me too. I thank my mother, and her Insistent nagging about good manners, for that.
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