I miss your lies.
You don’t have any friends. Bartenders and waitresses don’t count. And remember that guy who you drove 3 hours to see? He hasn’t called or emailed you in 3 months. That doesn’t count either.
I lied on the plane last night, just to see how you continually feel. I hated it.
ps. happy birthday
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