"Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder.
Inside your head than the winter of dead.
I will tell you I love you.
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start.
To travel through snow.
Together we go."
–– “You’re right, of course. I neither know nor care to know about the sort of person you are. I have no desire to associate myself with someone as useless and foolish as you.”
–– “I really don’t care what you think, Miss Evans. Looking after myself has served me well so far; I have no plans to change my behaviour. Not for you, not for anybody.”
⊰ ✼ ⊱; ❝ Good because neither do I. I already know what sort of person you are. Your pathetic attempt at insulting me won’t affect me. ❞
❝ You’ve never cared for what I think. I wouldn’t think you’d change now. ❞
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