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Dear Gallus, So today, I got cocky. I thought *Hey, I'm doing so well, progressing with my treatment, not obsessing about you, not stressing over Scottish guy etc. I wonder if you ever got your shit together to make a facebook page, coz I wonder how you're doing.* Goddamnitt. And I thought I was doing so well. -Me (the dumbass who continues to delude herself that you and our past don't matter) |
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