Sorry.
Sorry for sounding like this.
I can't help it.
I'm trite.
I've spent a summer staring at this man who kissed me yesterday and I've gone off the deep end. He dropped me off last night and I couldn't sit with myself, couldn't do anything, found myself lying on my floor, absorbing every detail, unable to form coherent thoughts and only drift into a stupor. A love drunk stupor.
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