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Why'd I tell him.


Telling him I enjoy this poetry thing creeped him out. How could I tell? He stopped conversation in dead tracks. not one hint he was hitting the sack He finds it weird and probably thinks I'm a freak. And now he's not even talking to me.. Now how do I get him back. Pretend this was just a fat mind wack. Say it's nothing and it was a joke, because I don't really want to lose that choke..
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