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YOU
[or the R.D. Liang syndrome]
(8th May, 2002, 1:40 PM)
 
"Fuck off!"
"Why don't you?"
"I've been fucking off all my life."
"Good for you!"
"You're an obnoxious bastard!"
"Isn't that perfect for you?"
"Oh, I give up!"
"That's just like you."
"You hurt me, you're unfaithful!"
"But am I not here with you?"
"Stop playing the fool!"
"I'm not, I love you!"
"I love you too!"

(kisses)
(kisses)
 

 






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