I asked when I was going to see you again, you said not within a week or two, that you had (better) stuff to do. I walked away and sighed, called a friend, tried to shake you out of my mind. Again, it's a broken-up story. It's a he's-not-that-into-me. It's another night freezing alone in february.
Lili
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