i don't know why i do the things i do. like right now, i'm sitting here chewing my nails down as far as possible-- they're not bleeding yet, but they will be soon, and waiting for some boy from chicago to come over. it's nearly 3:30 and i just met him tonight. i know what he wants and what he expects. i'll play coy for a while, you know, and i'
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