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You're mad. Mad at me because I don't trust you. Are you out of your mind? You lied. You betrayed. You manipulated. And now you've got the audacity to act like I'm the problem? I'm supposed to forget all that? Hand my trust back like some naive fool? No way. You showed me who you are. Disloyal. Gaslighting. And only caring about yourself. You don't want trust. You want control. And when you can't manipulate your way back in, you throw a tantrum like the fragile little person you are. No apo