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Anonymous File :-(, x)
She lived down stairs and came to my house every other fucking day. Bitch knocked on my door and it was annoying, but it started to grow on me. Then we had lots of fun together. just spending time doing all random sort of stuff, catch a show, run out at 1am trying to find a restaurant open, and play some retarded video games. Her being a uber nerd she was out of state attending some program. I missed her, and she would call me often because I can sense she was lonely. When she came back I asked the question because I knew we didn't have much time left together. She didn't say anything, and we parted. Couple months later I went to her graduation. That was the last time I ever saw her, and the last time I probably ever will. 2 weeks of alcohol rage run without too much memory was all was left, when I looked at myself couple weeks later.
lil words of advice to OP Seize the motherfuckiing day, suck it up, grab your balls and go for it unless you want to be like me. Just do it.
She was a Doraemon freak.
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