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after almost four years i can say i’m over you. i felt gross when i thought about you today…
i’m glad we didn’t work out. you’re selfish and conceited. i have cancer, you shrimp. I’m allowed to act not ok sometimes.
ps: don’t shave your head, dude. you literally look like one of those stress squeeze things.
pss: no one at your job likes you. they think you’re a jerk.
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