I don't know how you do it. I don't understand. I had a great time while you were gone. I had a good time last night at Bey's. I hung out with people all night without you and hardly thought of you once. I woke up, had lunch with a friend. Enjoyed getting to know all my fellow RMs for the year. I left tonight open to hang out with you, and what do you do? Stand me up, and suddenly, none of the other good stuff matters. Just the fact that you make me miserable with little to no effort, and I can't fucking stand it.
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