I had a dream I was beheaded last night (via guillotine) and I'm sure this is because of you. It transpires that everything I've said up until this point was a lie.
I did cut your entire second half.
Yes, I'll paste some of it back in, edit it, and move on...
But I told you before this wouldn't be as severe as the time I rewrote most of you, and that was a lie I didn't mean to tell. It's turning out that I'll be rewriting most of your second half, and adding in new material to your first half (much of which is already rewritten, or so heavily edited it doesn't resemble what it was before).
I was mistaken when I promised those things! I'm not Derek Shepherd, with great hair and a winning smile and the confidence that comes with a medical degree (and the whole being fictional thing). But don't you want to be good enough for other people to look at? I don't want you to have to go out in public with a paper bag over your head. Trust me, it elicits a lot of stares. And not the good kind.
I'm not going to ask you for forgiveness anymore. I'll just sit here and wait for you to see how pretty you look when I'm done with you. Then you'll see I was right. Humph.