Robin is some 1 I know from back when I was still able to ride around on my scooter.
She is telling me she is a part of this.
“Things need to change,” she is telling me.
“Yes, that’s right.”
She’s also saying sorry but I don’t blame her.
Obviously as long as the mafia owns everything, it’s not safe for me to interact while every 1 around me is forced to deceive me about reality.
“Yes, that’s right.”
