You whisk away my words as if you resented me for being interested, but weren't you the one who shared the anecdote, who said, I am friendly, come talk to me. Or was that just meant to present an image of yourself that is different from who you really are? Did you wear a mask that night when I thought you so kind and lovely? Maybe we were all duped. Maybe I should let you have your silence. Goodness knows I don't need to waste my time.
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