Go away. Hey you.

Go away.

Hey you.

Get away from me.

Wait.. no, come back.

Moooove, dang. Can’t stand you.

I miss you.

Sometimes you just, ugh #$_÷>*!

I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.

Maybe.. idk, maybe we should’ve just been friends.

I feel so guilty, can I have you back?

Can I help you with something?

I’m trying to get your attention.

I want some friends, damn..

I’m tired of being the only one trying.

Don’t make me wait.

Can you take me on date?

I’m not your fucking sex slave.

I know you asked “how I’m doing”, but why can’t you tell me where you live?

You handled that the wrong way.

I only stopped by to bring you something, why can’t you answer the phone?

I know what I said, pay attention to what I’m doing.

Do you hate me?

Do I know you?

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