For the least time, I wasn't crying. I was making convo. You felt the need to insert yourself and try to put me in my place somehow, and I told you what i thought.
Behr, I talk about the old times with a lot of things. It's ok to do it. I did it before you posted here, I'll continue to do so. I'm not sure why it bothers you so, but if it does, just move along.
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