“While she cries on your shoulder about her company, yesterday she stayed the night at my apartment. You smoke, you mess with her things, and you return her to me restless. She paces back and forth, muttering idioms that make no sense, and I have to figure out how to put her back together. You are not a friend to her; you’re a parasite.”
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— Apr 28, 2025 11:32AM
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