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im sorry.. im trying im new to this and i have very little experice im sorry i dont know how to "play" im what to say... to be honest I'm scared not of you or him but that i will mess up so bad he hates me I'm scared to do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing I'm sorry I'm trying my hardest i dont want to mess up but i know i will
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