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That’s how little he knew about me and my ability to pretend one didn’t exist in my world after they’d crossed the imaginary line and punctured my most vital organ.
Wires get crossed, feelings get involved and one of us will be auditioning to be the only one.
I’m proposing… that we start with a date. Not now, but not before it’s too late. On this note is your turn with fate. Call me when you’ve cleared that hurt off your plate.

