<P>I tried, I really did.
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<P>Ever since you lost the god forsaken job and I thought we'd finally get to spend time together like a normal couple you just drifted further away with your schemes to get it back. I tried to tell you that I didn't care about the money, that you didn't need to do it for me but it didn't matter -- you've been doing this for yourself all along. And I'm done with it.
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<P>Before you say anything stupid, this really isn't about money. I wish you HAD stolen those credits from me, at least then it would show at least part of you knew you needed help. You drink late at Sol's Bar every night rambling about how some computer thing you're doing is going to save your career and your life! It's not, and you need to face that, pull yourself together and move on.
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<P>Don't... don't call me again, not until you're ready to move on. You can pick up whatever stuff you still have at my place that you aren't dragging around with that horrible robot tomorrow, I'm going out with a friend tonight.
<P>-Rebecca