Gah, P is driving me up the wall. I'd like to hit him upside the head with a crowbar right now, honestly I would, but then *weary sigh* the guy smiles at me or something and I melt.
Shoot me. Please.
I just wish he would at least make up his mind on how he's going to treat me. For three days in a row, I'll barely get a "hello, how are you, fine, how
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