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I invited him to my room for a party. He said he would come, so I was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started biting my ear, I felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ slam into my leg. I hit him and then knocked. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust him
They will call you some very hurtful names. But none of those things are true. How could they possibly know? How could they possibly know how beautiful you really are?
How sweet and compassionate you are? I'm so sorry about them, please do not let them hurt you.
I just want to see you shine and flourish. You are so precious to me. I want to write poetry and sing songs about my love and adoration for you and all of your perfections.
My name is Brian, by the way. I know that you're tired of all the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and jerks. I know how you feel baby doll. I know. I am different. I am the nicest guy you will
ever meet, and if anything I'll be the one in the kitchen. I live in London. Please be in London
POST THIS ON SOMEONES WALL IF THEY FOUGHT AND DIED WITH YOU IN VIETNAM
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