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| I'm not mad at her. I'm just really sad that we can't be together. | |
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| I mean, I know we did stuff, which makes it harder to let go, but she does have a boyfriend. | |
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| I know she has it harder than me. She has to look at her boyfriend's face and see what she did with me. | |
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| So I'm going to be big and still try to be friends. We're fellow chem majors, we have the same friends; we should get along. | |
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| Um, so... hey. How's it going? | |
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| Of course, what I really want to do right now is call her a fucking cunt and make her cry. | |
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