I would rather die than see you take this ring and turn it into what you took from her like a basketball net trying to offer me a drink of water– if you think a drop of this deluge hit you with anything but the intention of a hurricane upon the Florida coast having refused to understand principles of your erosion I offer you the disaster of Andrew prior to the Category 5 resistant building codes your Mommy frets over as duplicitous and grade school bullies. I wear my victory over the complacency you beg for, still just like an ear on the string of broken family curses fell before the emergence of collective dignity: if it took me to help this happen, I assure you it was only in the holding of the mirror you sought first to smash; let me happy cut you off with every shard until your empty hold on her here yields no further trophy.
