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Quintan

Do you like cheese? I do; my favorite is Gouda. Irony: The unlucky triangle I'm in. A girl likes him, He likes either the girl or Her. She has no interest in any, And another, he likes the first. The girl is friends with all, And the boys are inseparable. Who will win? Maybe he wants someone unattainable, But this is only half the story. The fools don't know anything about anyone, Truth may never exist here. This isn't even a triangle, Just a slight problem. I hate the days I am a problem to people. But this sounds familiar.
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May 16, 2014
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Quintan Definition: characterized by paroxysms that recur every fifth day.

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