I'm Sorry, I Can't
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Last published Sun, Dec 15, 2019
"So... you're breaking up with me because you're..."
"A lesbian, yes."
"Let me just get this straight... YOU are breaking up with ME because you are... you're..."
"Just spit it out, idiot."
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