090. Diagnosis

This month I lost my personal space rendered a captive to a curse stuck with the most hyper social doctor from Down Under. I'm able to talk about it right now because I'm so well adjusted. This experience reminds me that Valentine's Day is coming up. I think you all remember now too thanks to that last curse. So in preparation for that blessed day, I've prepared some literature.

 

( Roses are Red, Violets are Blue... )

Private to Wilson;
Shouldn't you be the one saying 'we should talk' so that I can feign ignorance then we go from there?

I don't know what you were angry about. That was a curse. Those leave memories. You'd tell me...eventually. Otherwise your silence tells me that not only do you not remember why you were angry but you want to forget that you were angry at all to begin with. If I'm right, help me get this ball rolling because pretending that everything's fine from the get go is a stretch even for me.
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