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Apr 24, 2004 15:04

I don't want to fix you again. I don't want to talk to you. All the same babble from the past.

You say he loves you and you love him. If you love to be drug down into the hopelessness of that; then I won't help you. I am not going to help you. You come to me when you realize that you really messed things up. Either you do that, or he will use you and you come crying. Or, you will notice how everyone is getting further apart. Not that you care.

I told you.
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