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Feb 2018
You seem to accuse my affection as flirtation.
I have come to a realization:
your skull must be thick
and your brain dull
to believe
my niceness could equate to a desire to bone you.
It is no torture being my friend;
there is no horror to the friend zone
JUst your daily dose of conceit
Ricki
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Ricki  22/F/somewhere
(22/F/somewhere)   
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