Goodbye.

"Listen. We need to talk."
Pause.
"Yeah. So, I guess there's just something I need to tell you."
Pause.
"I love you. I really do. You have to know I do."
Pause.
"Just let me talk."
Pause.
"Okay, so.... we need to break up."
Pause.
"Calm down, sweetheart. Let me explain."
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"I'm just not happy in this relationship. Your needy. You cling. I can't even go away for a while without you constantly knowing where I am!"
Pause.
"Sorry. For real. It's me, not you. Well, it's kind of you. I guess that's why I'm breaking up with you."
Pause.
"No, thats not why. Your pretty."
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"No, thats not why. Your only three years younger than me."
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"No, thats not why. Your nice enough."
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"Come on, now. Don't make this difficult."
Pause.
"You know what? I have another girl. Does that make you happy? Are you really happy now, that you got me mad? You want the truth? Your not good enough for me."
Pause.
"No. Don't you understand? I wanted you to sleep with me. It isn't rocket science! My new girl and I... we are happy. Just leave me alone. Goodbye."
Pause.