tonight we went to dinner. you tried to pay for my meal and i wouldn't let you. i hate that i couldn't stop smiling.
afterwards, you followed me to my room. we watched a two-hour documentary about wilco. you know how to relieve all my stress. i hate the way you held me so close.
then i remembered that we're just filling each other's quotas. and we'll never be anything more. and i think i hate that, too.
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