Cut the crap, will you? You're not going to scare me with some overused word like that. Bitches and witches and whores, oh my! Grow up. You wanted to talk, you
wanted to dredge up the past. I would have been perfectly happy to leave the memory of you
in some dark corner of my soul, confined to nightmares and depressions and regrets.
You think I used you, don't you?