So, after a month and a half, Mathew went postal. Brotha has a lot of extra baggage he's projecting on to me, and I don't let people take advantage of or play with my emotions, so things got broken off last night while he sat in some random bar sipping a tepid margarita and screaming "YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY EX-BOYFRIEND" and I calmly sat on the other
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