It's not you, it's IT

I don't know how we got here. Everything seemed perfect at first. I followed all the rules. No less than 8 symbols they said. At least one special character, they said. Like they even had to ask. To me all your characters were special. I even threw in an initial cap.

Ed says it's my fault—that I did something wrong. He's trying to tell me I forgot my cats name backwards. Whatever you say Ed.

I have no choice but to move on. I'm sorry. We'll always have orientation.

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