He's still in town; I know he got the gig in Scotland but turned it down. I'm not a good person for someone to love, and worse, be in love with. I wish him the best, I wish her the best too - I know what he wants, always... it's never me, not really her... not anyone really except concepts after concepts of women he places on pedestals. He thinks he messed me up. I think we're both just wrong for each other in so many dimensions but it's addictive, you know.



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