Guess what? I read your little "everything's my fault" article and I realized why I cheated. Remember the first time I kissed Pam Macy?
Behind the gym?
And in the gym, and in her car. But, anyway... Earlier that day, I didn't have any money to buy you tater yots. And you said that I'd never be able to support you, 'cause I wasn't smart enough. And you're always puttin' me down like that, and it makes me feel bad about myself. And that is why I cheated.
That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard!
Just like that. And then I thought about it, and I realized that I'm not sorry either!
Michael, what are you saying?
I'm sayin' that we're not right for each other, because you make me feel bad about myself! And... And... I don't think I can be with you anymore. I want to break up.
Wait, break up? No, no. Michael, I was wrong. Please, let's talk about this.
No. [leaves]
Wait, but Michael!








