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Imagine a skinny, generic stray dog. Sometimes you see it lurking around the street, and you pray it doesn't come near you, though you feel bad for it. Every once in awhile, it creeps out of the shadows. You extend a hand out to the pathetic little fucker and bites you.
These are my feelings about thinking of men as anything but "friends".
Beat the fucking dog into submission. It'll come back someday, and you will probably forgive it, but at least you can forget about it for a while.
Not to be preachy.
These are my feelings about thinking of men as anything but "friends".
Beat the fucking dog into submission. It'll come back someday, and you will probably forgive it, but at least you can forget about it for a while.
Not to be preachy.