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[potteritis]

Okay. Right. There's this. I have a problem.

I'm sort of... kind of... in love lust love with this guy. But we broke up (and when I say "we", I mean "he dumped me and so we") and we're friends, if by friends you mean not shagging, in which case I'm friends with everybodyAnyway

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[longinthehorn]

Not that I've ever, y'know, felt anything for a bloke, but. Bloody hell, didn't you die?

Whichever one's more worth it, I suppose.

[potteritis]

That's... You have a point...

[longinthehorn]

You think so? Wasn't sure if I was making any sense, actually.

Should follow my own advice.

[immutable_curse]

You bloody wanker. Not even friendship? Merlin, Charlie, the girls do it all for you?

[longinthehorn]

No, not even. Bill, the girls don't do anything for me! Thought we'd been through this already.

[immutable_curse]

Sober or drunk? Because I remember two different stories.

[longinthehorn]

I've got enough enough drunk stories to last a sodding lifetime. But which would you like to hear?

[immutable_curse]

Er.... drunk.

[longinthehorn]

There's that one really interesting story. Not quite sure about them though, Bill.

I think you they regretted it.

[immutable_curse]

How could they regret it if they were with you? I bet you're a good shag!

[longinthehorn]

That's what I thought, too! And then they had to go and bloody apologize for being a fantastic snog, Bill!

[immutable_curse]

What a git! I bet they really really liked it.

[longinthehorn]

That's what I thought! But maybe i'm not sure what to think.

[immutable_curse]

Just try it?

[longinthehorn]

What if I'm wrong?

[immutable_curse]

You won't be.