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Hey, don't you owe me an apology for boxing me in the back of your ex's Model X Tesla while you were pushy for sex and would intimidate me around your ex's home before she went crazy on bottles of angry red DXM pills?

Don't you owe people apologies instead of harassing game devs for escapism to distract you from how you abuse others?

Was I supposed to be able to get the hungry girl over to her friend with the ice cream? She kept getting caught on the garbage. 

What a terrifying reality brought to game form and why we all need a break from social media. Maybe a long holiday to live our lives is in order.