Isn't it funny how cliches are formed?
I knew a guy once, who offered his jacket.
It was really cold,
And it was raining.
I started complaining about how cold it was,
And I felt awkward because none of my friends were there.
There wasn't anything to talk about either.
He lent me his jacket.
I refused at first, because it felt weird,
Wrong, even.
Eventually, I gave in.
Why?
Because I believed in those stupid cliches,
And I didn't like him,
But I just thought how nice it'd be for the person I liked to do that for me too.
It was a mistake.
I'm sorry.
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