He's gotten intense about it now, it used to be cute but now he quit doing all his little jobs and he's making a fucking army's worth of weaponry. I think we should do something? But I don't want to deal with that.
You didn't fuck up. You tried to stop him, he beat you. It happens. He beat me too and you don't see me bemoaning it. I got over it. You should too.
He beat you and you ended up in jail for a month and I had a terrible relationship. Worse consequences here. Also, you keep touching me and watching me and making sure I still exist. You're not over it. But this has nothing to do with bemoaning, I just need to know. I don't believe it was an accident.
I'm over it. He beat me, I lost, I'm moving on. I always touch you, I always watch you too. Sometimes it's hard to take my eyes off you. And I doubt anything that guy ever does is an accident.
Good point. I don't know. We could use reverse psychology or we ask him what he wants to do why. Try logiv. It's super effective on him sometimes.
Thank you. I vaguely recall crying all over you and telling you that you are all that matters and so pretty when I first got out of the hospital and was high on pain meds. So. It's true. Even the prettiness.
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You didn't fuck up. You tried to stop him, he beat you. It happens. He beat me too and you don't see me bemoaning it. I got over it. You should too.
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He beat you and you ended up in jail for a month and I had a terrible relationship. Worse consequences here. Also, you keep touching me and watching me and making sure I still exist. You're not over it. But this has nothing to do with bemoaning, I just need to know. I don't believe it was an accident.
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I'm over it. He beat me, I lost, I'm moving on. I always touch you, I always watch you too. Sometimes it's hard to take my eyes off you. And I doubt anything that guy ever does is an accident.
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I can't be over it. I need to be driven. But thanks for making me blush
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You're welcome. You know, I'm glad you're back in my life. You're very important to me, don't ever forget that.
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Thank you. I vaguely recall crying all over you and telling you that you are all that matters and so pretty when I first got out of the hospital and was high on pain meds. So. It's true. Even the prettiness.
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You did. You told me my eyes twinkled and I was softer than a teddy bear. Then we cuddled for like six hours straight. You were adorable.
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Pretty embarrassing. But your eyes do sparkle, not that I usually look into them like this.
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You can look into them any time you want, Hartley. I look into yours all the time.
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Sure, but I don't want things to get weird. Also, I'm by the store, do you need anything?
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What would be weird about it? And yeah, I want some cigarettes. I'm stressed, I'm starting up again.
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You know. I just don't want you to think I want to be anything but your friend.
Seriously? Ugh. Fine. What brand?
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So that whole thing is over now? You totally don't want me any more?
Get me lucky strike and a lighter.
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Yes. You can relax, James. Nothing weird between us. No homo, platonic, nothing gay, just like you always said.
Especially since I wouldn't ever date a smoker. But done! Heading home.
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Oh. Okay. Cool.
I'll see you when you get home, Hart. Hurry up, would you? The cake is cooking and the spoon won't last forver. I'm getting hungry.