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I lied. I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in. I’m so in, it’s humiliating, because here I am, begging.
OK, here it is. Your choice, it’s simple, her or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.
So pick me. Choose me.Love me.
