You're REALLY nice. And sweet and caring; not like anyone else I've ever met.
Even your manners are amazing, what's with that? In theory, you are sssssooooo perfect, but in reality I just don't think of you that way.
Correction: I don't think of you that way anymore. I did, but I guess it passed. And now you talk to me all the time, and I feel guilty. But now I'm assuming, and making an ass of myself.
Honestly, I hope your gay.
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