I doubt very much that there is anyone who knows what the score is about, and if you don't know, don't ask for I'd rather not tell. It's sad, very sad. Nearly pathetic. I'd not have anyone say it, but I can tell you myself: it is sad.
And still you wonder how I am confused, frustrated, absentminded, confused again, and (a little) strange.
Edit: The lovecoach hath spoken. And she says I should be flattered. Men are wushies anyway. Well who am I to disagree?
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