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If Im Lucky, I Will Never Have To See You Again. Because If I Do, That Means We Are At War, And Id Have To Hurt You

I Looked At Him Like He Was An Idiot, But He Didn’t Notice. Or Maybe He Got It So Often, He Thought That Was How People Looked At Him.

Right Then, It Didn't Matter What His Reasons Were. All I Knew That I Was Sick Of Him Breaking My Heart.

And I'm Stuck In It With No Way Out. I Love You, And I Can't Stop, And You Don't Even Care!

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.