I used to know this 17-year-old girl who wrote these intelligent, eloquent essays in under two hours. I used to be that girl. That girl has now devolved into me, this woman who wonders how she could have said all these things she meant to say about tear-jerking telethons in an editing-proof watertight essay – four days after it was published in a very rubbish version.
Where was that girl when I needed her?
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I also want to let you know that I defended you in a conversation with my boos who thought you were very heartless after reading that article.
It might not fully express what you mean, but I understand completely. I felt manipulated too.
Thanks for your support (as they say on telethons). But aiyah, why waste your saliva on your boss? Save it for when you talk to me mah - call me some time soon?
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