I am not who you think I am, so professional and grown up. 

Inside there is a little girl, terrified of making a mistake, terrified of breaking the rules.

Living by the rules, certain that she has done something wrong.  But angry that others do not seem to feel the same constraint.

Look, I did what you asked me to do, but I know I didn't.

I'm trying to find a way around the rules because I think that they're wrong.  But I know I deserve to be punished.  I broke the rules.

Please don't take my puppy away from me, it wasn't her fault.


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