“You don’t fit in here anymore. You’ve got to go."
“But you said you loved me, that I fit in perfectly with your plans.”
“That was before I’d had time to evaluate you. You aren’t capable of carrying your own weight. You know how these things go.”
“No, I don’t. I’ve never been here before. I remember your sigh of satisfaction the moment I first arrived. You called me ‘beautiful’, said I belonged here with the others.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m sorry.”
“Please give me a chance! Perhaps with a bit of shuffling I’ll still find a place.”
“You just won’t work out. You don’t have what it takes to endure to the end.”
“But if you throw me out I’ll cease to exist! I have nowhere else to go.”
“You’re flawed. It wouldn’t be fair to keep you around. You’d diminish the quality of the others.”
“No, wait! Don’t cut me!”
“Relax. It will be over in a second. It’s the quickest way to get rid of an errant sentence. Don’t worry. If I change my mind I can paste you back into the paragraph later.”
