I wish, sometimes, that I was more pure than I am. I like the person I am, but I get this feeling that I'm stuck somewhere between being likeable and being tolerated. The thing is, at one time, I would have cared. Now, it's just an annoyance. I'm polite, sickeningly so, sometimes. Were the rest of my doings so nice, I might even be called,
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