A little thunderstorm …

 

“I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you …

I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?” 

 

 

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