Okay. Yeah. We're friends. Always. Sure. I mean, I'm still gonna tease you, flirt with you, and do all that fun stuff we do on the weekends at the market with your needles and your yarn. We just won't sleep with each other because you deserve better, for sure, and I have too much respect for you, and right now, I can't be trusted not to put my dick elsewhere, and you're too damn good for me. What can I say? I'm a mess. I really wish I wasn't.
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But thanks for putting up with me.