Another thing I don't get:
"dead horses," so-called.
are like "Why
do they have to keep
talking about this? Why
do they have to keep talking about
this? Why do they have to keep talking
about this? Why do they have to keep
talking about this?"
There's something wrong with that.
Like they're deliberately trying
to annoy you. And I don't get it, but
I figure - that's on me, for listening.
Let 'em ask. Let 'em talk. If
they were doing it deliberately
well, that's as good a reason as any.
And that's on you. For listening.
People are gonna; so let 'em.
That's what I said. And that's what I
say. And that's what I'll say. And that's
are you listening
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