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Saturday, April 13, 2019
this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips
J and R make me feel like a celebrity, because they tell everyone things that make me sound that way. Last night they told me (and everyone around us) that I am the funniest, the smartest, the wittiest, the kindest, the best... I couldn't really have paid them to make me look any better. Not that I need to. Not that there's any good reason for me to need to at all. It's like having a drug slipped into your drink that you didn't even mean to try, and suddenly you're addicted. But I'm not. This was a one time thing.
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