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Cynthia From Goodbye Charles

Cynthia begs Charles not to propose marriage to her. She explains that before meeting Charles, she was unkind and rude to others, but that being with him has made her feel warm and want to help people. Cynthia is afraid that if she says yes to Charles' proposal, she will become nice forever and spend her life contributing to charitable causes anonymously. She pleads with Charles not to marry her, as she believes the world has enough nice people already and does not need her to become one too.

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Cynthia From Goodbye Charles

Cynthia begs Charles not to propose marriage to her. She explains that before meeting Charles, she was unkind and rude to others, but that being with him has made her feel warm and want to help people. Cynthia is afraid that if she says yes to Charles' proposal, she will become nice forever and spend her life contributing to charitable causes anonymously. She pleads with Charles not to marry her, as she believes the world has enough nice people already and does not need her to become one too.

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GOODBYE CHARLES by Gabriel Davis

Cynthia

Don’t do it! Don’t open that little box one more crack! Don’t ask me to marry you. Shh, shh,
shh. Don’t say another word. Just listen.
I can’t let you do this to me. I mean, before I met you I used be such a bitch. I mean,
seriously, everyone at work thought I was a huge bitch. No one actually liked me. Those
people I introduced to you as my friends. They're not my friends. They're scared of me. Or
they were...before I met you.
Before you, I never said please or thank you at restaurants. I never smiled or laughed at
anyone's jokes but mine. I never used to tip more than 10%. I was quick with insults. I always
had a cruel word.
But since being with you, I’ve begun to feel all...warm inside. Fuzzy. I find myself wanting to
stroll in the park and whistle!
I have these thoughts, these urges to donate to charities and help out in soup kitchens, and
hug people.
Don’t you see? Don’t you see you’ve made me NICE!? And what really scares me is that
you’ll open that box and ask me to marry you, and I’ll...I’ll just nicely say “yes,” and then I’ll be
nice for life.
I’ll be singing “cumbaya” for the rest of my days. I’ll give back to the community, to the
Salvation Army, to The MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION! And I'll do it anonymously.
And then one day, years from now, I’ll wake up and I’ll have the horrible realization that I lived
a good life—that I contributed.
Please, for the love of God, put that box away. I mean, the planet already has millions of nice
people. It doesn’t need me too. Please, stop, don’t—I’m asking you – No, I’m begging you –
Will you please, please not marry me?

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