Two Isn't Always Better Than One

Two Isn't Always Better Than One

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I never thought that one could hate and love a person at the same time. Because... LOVE + HATE = INSANITY times two? DEATH Could my state get any worse? This guys are killing me. I've done everything! Go name it! I've done every single instruction at the "How to be a Perfect Fan Girl" book, if something like that ever exists, but still they continue to ignore me. I wish I could entirely ignore and forget about them - him, but every time I try, my fan girl feels gets worst.
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