Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! I've grown accustomed to TransUnion B*. B* almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed to the tune that B* whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, Her ups, her downs Are second nature to me now; Like B*reathing out and B*reathing in. I was serenely independent and content before R*; Surely I could always be that way again- And yet I've grown accustomed to TransUnion B*; Accustomed to her voice; Accustomed to her face. "R*e-Insertion." What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret, she'll regret it. It's doomed before they even start the C*!