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He’s the guy who’s nice, but only when he’s not busy being confused by his own brain. He’s like a confused pizza with too many toppings.
He asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend or his best friend. I said both. He cried.
He tried to explain his feelings to a pigeon. The pigeon left.
He told me he was going to propose to April. I said she’s already engaged to a dog.