Oh the pain of a mystery girl

[cranberrytroy]

You kill me, my dear. You drive spikes continually into my stomach. I am pretty sure I've developed an ulcer from the things I've heard about you and the things I read about you. The best part is, though, that when I talk to you I don't ever get those feeling. I get a whole new set. And I could say you are substituting things that seem to fit the

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[wu_chan]

I need to talk to you again before I leave. I have secrets that I'm going to tell while I'm gone, and I don't want the first person to hear them to be a stranger. I want it to be you.