There I was…

He Knows

He Knows

You have arrived at the thing just in time because all the excitement is gone. What is left is both exhilarating and painful, like falling down stairs. There’s a deliberate avoidance of all the highly intellectual narcissism, inspiration, sanity and relatability.

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If you washed your hands, you can message me to hook up elsewhere, Moderately-Attractive Female, who should come over to my place and make me tea.

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