There was once a time in my (not-so) lengthy timeline where, foolishly, I did not mind the crying girl on the other end, preoccupied only with her issues, ones that dabbled solely in painful exagguration. Back then, I was stricken with a certain naïveté; I was emotionally ambitious, needy, and ready for action. The social playing field was my
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I really want to hang out with you over this summer...you're one person I never got to spend enough time with. I hope you are interested in some capacity? Lemme know.
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