I am 36 hours away from turning my back on my high school girlfriend coming back to me. If you're playing hardball my Squirrel d'Amour, then you've overplayed your hand and I am MOVING ON. I thought I was being nice giving us another chance after our hiatus but I guess I was the only one who wanted this to work. I'm sure your husband had swomething to say about this, but I won't even, as the kids say, "go there."
Whatever. You've chosen your path, now start walking. Unless you decide to change your mind within the next 36 hours. MAYbe I'll let you back into the velveteen embrace that is my life.
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