You're killing me. The mixed signals? Yeah, they're not cool.
You have a great smile. And you're incredibly intelligent and down to Earth, which makes conversation wonderful.
But I hate you. I mean, I don't really. I wish I did, because that would make things so much easier. That's almost the same right? Hating someone and just wishing you did so you didn't have to like them? It is in my book. At least, for now.
Stop being so great, okay? Thanks.
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