Leave? But why?
I have to.
What? You're not making any sense!
Stop shouting. It's over. We're over.
No, we're not! We have everything we could wish for! We're happy!
Not anymore.
We can fix this! We can work this out! Together!
No we can't. Not anymore.
Why are you doing this to me? Why are you leaving me? After all that we've been through?
I'm sorry. I have no choice.
Is it the neighbours? Is it your friends?
No.
Is it the stares? The whispers?
No.
Then why are you leaving me?
I have to.
Is it me?
No, it's not you.
What did I do wrong? What did I ever do wrong?
You are NOT the problem.
I'm ALWAYS the problem.
No, this time it's not you.
Then what is the problem?
I'm the problem.
What?
I'm
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straight...
Sorry guys, but the photo was just too good to be true! *hunkers behind a bunker*
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