I'm a flexible woman. I don't mind having a "partner" who smokes, does drugs, gambles, who's mean to girls, and being considered as a "bad guy" by the society. I told myself that I would be fine, none of those "characteristics" would mess me up. And yeah, I've met people like that, and yeah, they didn't mess me up. And then I met someone, extremely harmless, who's in a bad shape, bad health, who does absolutely nothing outrageous. But you messed me up. You did. How could you?
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