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I really hate it when the most important thing in other people's lives is trying to figure out my life. Perhaps they could be living their own instead. Apparently, there is someone I know that can "read me like a book" and knows "every person I have had feelings for." I must say, this freaks me out. Since he has obviously made up all of these people, then I hope that when he makes up "the one," he lets me know. I would hate to miss that!