Dating for men is a numbers game. I guess it won't ever make sense.
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I'd never felt like that. This is hard to bear a good number days. I think of you daily. I'd sell my character for a loving life along with you. I guess it won't ever make sense.
So as to thing. Until then and nevermore my love, Suck my decorum. I cook alone. I prayed to God and I begged the devil to get you back. Then you broke my heart in a text communication, saying you'd found a additional toy. I wanted to bawl it and show you a bite you'd never known. I assume of you daily.