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Battlefield There’s a war between me and your friends. Somehow they’ve managed to suss out about my sexuality. I don’t know if you’ve told them or if they just figured it out. But they’ve got this tendency to suggest that I need to loosen up and coming up with disgusting ideas how to accomplish that. I must be a frigid prude. That you’re a poor bastard to have to put up with me. One day they tell you that you’re a poor bastard to your face. You just look at them and say that you’re the luckiest man in the world. |
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