Dear Dr Clive,
I live next door to this really rich guy. He's basically perfect. He's hot, he's famous, he's really really nice. Plus, he keeps inviting me to do stuff with him, like ride in his private plane (is that a come on? I'm not sure...) The only problem is, he's head over heels for my cousin, who keeps pushing this lez golf star on me. Oh
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