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I get happy seein’ people connect, tho. Like, “Where do the winds take us?”—*Timbuktu* line, hits deep. You match, chat, meet—boom, sparks! But then, ugh, the ghosting—pisses me off! Folks just vanish, poof, no guts. Had a pal, swiped this chick, thought she’s “the one”—nah, she bailed. Left him cryin’ over pizza. Sad, man, but funny too—dude’s a mess!

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We've been together 4 years and he knew what I hated and liked. Maybe that's why he said like it that. To piss me off. “No, he didn't fuck me.”.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps runnin’. Kids, man. They’re wild.

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