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It is my desire to
know why I intrigue you. Come on, now, and don't be stupid. I know you love getting dirt on me, and you enjoy tormenting me with it, too. Every other month, it's always the same. I'll be living my life, and so will you. Then I do something you want to hold against me, but now it's getting lame. I know now that you're not the only one. There is no way you can deny it. You grab your guy friend and decide to have fun. Yeah, okay, I guess I'll admit it. I care more than I would ever want. I've paid for foolishness so many times and that's why I give a shit. The latest news has crossed the line. There are some things you shouldn't see. However, I see you care, which I can't get through my mind. I cannot understand why this is your pastime. Have you ever considered the fallout? I know this will be more dirt so I won't commit more crime.
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