You'll be ambiguous as
always, I'll lick the change, maybe run you over with the car, anything
to break this silence. Loving you has changed me, blunt and impatient,
not the slightest bit subtle. Somehow I've woven a science out of
over-thinking you. I'd share but helping you is worse than hating you
and I waste enough time as it is.
You seem to ...
You seem to ...
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