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| Once, I knew this girl, and I loved her a whole damn lot. She was the best, you know? Always wanted to hang out, we had good conversations, and hey, she was great in the sack. | |
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| But eventually it got to the point where I just shut off to her. I wouldn't call her, I'd never ask her to do anything. She'd come over to my place and start getting frisky and I'd just cool off. | |
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| I don't know. Maybe I lost interest or I was scared we were getting too close. I told her something like that, but even now I don't really know what I thought was wrong. | |
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| Me neither. Something like that happened to me once. You'll get over it. | |
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