HIGH TIME, JESSAMINE
When we were in school together, you never
talked. Now all you do is ramble. I can't
figure out the reasons for your stuff; maybe
you can tell me. It's high time, Jessamine.
You go around telling people what I've done :
yeah, it's mostly all true, but so what of it.
And I never did anything like that to you -
so why all the bother about it now? Soon
you better tell me. It's high time, Jessamine.
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