We're like the sun and the moon.
Or negative and negative.
All the intents, all the impertinence.
Associating with you is like messing with murderers.
If I'm foolish, we'd have war.
I've stayed out of the firing line,
but you kept butting in.
Tsk, you're out this time.
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Sigh so many assignments in such short period of time.
Pimples sprouting.
I miss you dear.
This is driving me crazy.
Sigh goodnight.
x
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