You're the person I've been the closest to. I've told you more than I ever did with my other boyfriends. And now, you're saying that if I were to start sleeping around, then I'd never have a chance again. My fucking god, thank you. Thank you for realizing that I have morals. After EIGHT months, I'm glad you've realized that my morals are so flimsy that I'm going to drop them all and become a whore throughout school. I'm not twisting your words; I'm merely awestruck that you think I'm that unstable.
Happy 8 months, Matt.
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I think I may have been right...
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