"I'm sorry if my problem bothers you. Truly, I am.
It's just that, well, it bothers
me too, you see. So can't we get
along? We have something in common:
we both hate my problem. I know you
can't stand her -the other me, the
one that speaks in riddles and hurts
you and always seems to make a
mess of things. But perhaps, since
we both hate her, you wouldn't mind
hating her together? Please? She
makes it so difficult to have friends, and
I would very much enjoy you as my
friend, even if it means you can't bear a
certain half of me. I'll manage,
as long as we can still be friends.
Please?"
