Queer things always happen in a string - one after another.
And when you finally hit the last straw, you just have to hide it under the bread bin. After which, you get your gf to call you only to finally realise that she's got a tattoo and is married to her bf. Then you sit here, write a blog, and decide that you are so going to begin a new life - one that include the rule never talk to your gf about your ex bf ever again and never to feel overly accountable to anyone, anyone, for what you truly believe in.
Hello You.
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