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It's unfair.

If you can't keep your hands to yourself,
then let me take care of it!



I shouldn't be doing this, not with her. Least of them with her.

Stop playing with my hair! I'm not a girl
goddamnit!

I'm so damn unfair. So selfish.

Oh, stop worrying about it, it's me we're
talking about here, what could possibly go wrong?



Her hair is not the right shade and her eyes are always so damn sad. She knows,
but she still comes around. All night, every night. It's not fair.

So you're going to stick style='font-family:Verdana'>me into a skirt for your own perverse gain? How loving of you, Colonel.



She's pretty, why didn't I ever notice she was pretty? Because he was there,
and he certainly was not pretty.

What?! No! I like my clothes! What's
wrong with them, anyway?



She's here and she's pretty and she cooes softly when I curl around her. It's
unfair, that I only noticed her when he left.

You want me to leave? Is that what you
mean?



Because I'm a very small man, insignificant even, that cannot bear to be alone
and mourn my loss properly.

I... about Hughes? I'm sorry Colonel,
really, I knew he meant a lot for you.



I needed a replacement to that gaping hole inside me and Riza was there, just style='font-family:Verdana'>there, as always.

If I'm gone... no! Listen to me! This is
important damnit! If I'm gone... really gone... you'll promise me to find a
nice girl and be with her, ok? Please, just because I'm an idiot, it doesn't
mean you have to be alone Colonel... please.

One day, I'll stop feeling guilt, Riza, I promise, and then I'll love you for
who you are, not for who you're pretending to be.

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