I feel like you don't like me for some reason. I'm not sure the stories you've heard... It's really okay, though. I don't like you either.
...but I keep thinking about the day I saw your boyfriend and we went up to the top of the parking garage and looked over the city, taking pictures... then we went down a couple of levels to escape the sun and made out like we were in high school.
Of course...he wasn't your boyfriend then.
He made my toes curl and my...well...
Looove,
Kimmie.
P.S. The sad part is, we'd probably get along swimmingly...if we ever met.
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