You were afraid to love me like you said you did. You were supposed to follow me to New York City, where you would suffer for a few years like I did in Smalltimore. But you never came. And that is why we broke up.
We Broke Up Because:
He took my three-legged cat camping, went for a jog on an active runway, and then remembered to take his medicine. He never got things in the right order.
despite multiple explanations about the nature of the romance publishing industry, he insisted on telling everyone that I work in porn.
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