Putin likes to play chess with the world.
I am not his pawn. I'm the United States' player.
While he made the argument personal, he failed to mask his intentions. They're pretty obvious. He wanted them to know about Patriotic Missiles, so he made me spread by continually attacking me. I went up like I usually do. THAAD became popular. You're welcome, guys.
Sorry, Putin.
He also knows I will never have rank in society. He feeds the egos of those who have rank. If Campbell was in the special forces or an agent, having me fail would make her feel good. Yes, she's stronger than I am, but she wanted to destroy me over Ford, speaking of bad intentions. But I'm the evil one who has to have multiple lobotomies.
Treating me improperly doesn't matter because I have no influence in society though.
He's an asshole, but I like the one I have now. He's kind to me, and we go on dates in my hallucination. The real Putin pales in comparison.
We've already been over this one, the delusional and hope-filled years. Maybe I'll be redeemed, you know? Never. I'm not always on Putin's desk. I'm pretty sure he just saw a young person, "This woman needs help," and he'd take me to a healer. He tried to prevent my suicide by making a comment about a stronger belief. I'm haunting them. They predicted the pedophile thing and everything else. Some people aren't sick in the head. Sorry, Putin, you also broke my heart, but they were using you to try to kill me. That gets blurred in. Just spray our embassy with oil and fire. It's burning. I know, I know. Neurologist?
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