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"You've made me sick with emotion.”
“I wish to throw it all up.”
“What?”
“You're clogging my pores and stopping my breathing with your words and looks, but your looks, your looks, send me back in a shockwave of confusion, because I ask myself, 'how could I ever love someone like you?’"
"So now my question is, do I love you, the attention, the fun, or am I merely sick.?”
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