Maybe if you didn't come into my room smelling like beer and looking like a wasted god in faded denim and cowboy boots, I wouldn't like you half so much
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Why is it that, just when I think I'm finally fucking over him, he goes and does something adorable? And, just when I feel like I could actually love him, he goes and pulls some retarded jack-assery that makes me want to fucking kill him? Such is the nature of boys. What is that quote? Er... Oh, yeah! "If love where easy there would be no music."
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