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in for the kill

she likes fishing.
that’s the simplest explanation for all of this.
I am busting my fucking BALLS to let this girl know how I feel about her, and she is, quite frankly, paying me no nevermind.
she likes the thrill of the hunt: the chase, the catch, the kill.
but I was dead before the first date came to a close, and now she’s bored.
fuck.
I even went looking for apartments IN HER NEIGHBORHOOD . her online profile stated that she wanted to date someone living in the north east end… so I figured, “why not? what if she DOES decide to let me in before spring? she’s gonna want to keep me close, right?”
jesus! what am I DOING ? if she ever found out that I spent the afternoon trawling her neighborhood in some Italian building manager’s SUV , she’d have a restraining order on me so fast it would make my head spin. and I’m not even a threat!

yet…

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