Gritting his teeth, Barney let out a frustrated breath, "I'm sorry, I can't do this."
He hated himself. What the fuck was he doing? This was the sixth Ted look-alike he let pick him up this week. They weren't Ted. They couldn't be him. They couldn't take his place. Barney knew that. He thought about getting out of this bar and running
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Plus, your writing style is brilliant. It's so unique but allows for a lot of flow. And the phrasing is absolutely beautiful. You definitely have a way with words and I really look forward to reading more of your stories.
Thank you so much for writing this story and sharing it with us.
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Oh well, as long as they're happy it's fine i guess ^^
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