I am possessed. I will stare at you with my green eyes until you give me something that is really not intended for me. I know Parker got something and I want a piece of it. . ..
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Seriously I'm not leaving.
I have the Patience of a cat.
The Stare of Medusa.
The Will of Odysseus.
Take your time....I see you are avoiding eye contact with me. That's ok. You'll cave. You always do, which is why I know if I sit here long enough you'll get up and go to the kitchen.
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