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Fuck you, Birdie. 

Are you serious? You don’t contact me for weeks except to say “Happy Birthday” and now you send me the first substantial message since the last time we talked and you said some stuff that you still haven’t explained and this is what you have to say to me?

“You don’t belong?” 

What the hell does that mean? Who are you to decide where I do and do not belong. If I feel like I belong here, then I belong here. And if this is some kind of twisted way of driving me out of Los Angeles because you’re here—which, don’t think I didn’t notice that your message sounded a little different, maybe like it’s clearer or closer, I don’t know but—well, then you have failed to do that because I’ll search every inch of the city to find you if you’re here. 

“You don’t belong”. Fuck you. 

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