So there’s this boy – we argue a lot. He makes fun of me because I can’t stay
on the same subject for more than 5 seconds, before I’m on to the next one. He
handles me when I’m sad and handles me when I’m mad. I tell him I hate him, and
he responds with “no you don’t”. Yeah – he’s not prince charming, but to me he
couldn’t be more perfect.
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