>>6892"What you deserve, Skandi," I interrupt, my voice dripping with malice.
>>6894"There's nothing there, just hollow echoes of a man baby-dumped by his parents onto the streets," I accuse, taking another step forward.
>>6895"Weak laughed at the right time, skilled at sensing opportunistic moments to strike. Emails lack ownership, after all."
>>6896"Adept at circling conclusionless arguments, eh?" I circle around him, my boots scraping against the concrete.
