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Travis:

Do you even think about me?

Travis:

I went on a drive today. I saw the stars. They made methink of you.

Travis:

Why are you ignoring me?

Travis:

I thought you loved me.

Travis:

You moved on quickly, didn’t you?

Travis:

So you are with Crew?

Travis:

I knew you were fucking him all along.

Travis:

I hear he has money. Is that why you spread your legs for him?

Travis:

I bet nobody bought your art.

Travis:

Do you know how long it takes me to create paradise with my hands? I’m a god with my art.

Travis:

You point and shoot and sometimes get it right. I could do what you do with a cellphone.

Travis:

I’m sorry. I know you hate my drinking. I’ll do better for you.

Travis:

You whore. Answer me.

Travis:

Answer me.

Travis:

Answer me.