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Tough Love



Girl, you cannot make your old or new or future booty call your husband.


Girl, it will not happen.


You'll end up hurting your own feelings if you try, Girl. You are delicious, but you're a late night kind of tight. He does not want to paint your toenails. He just wants to paint your body with his cock, a couple of hours a week.


Boy, it's the same thing as making friends with that pretty young thing, patiently waiting for the right time for your in.

Quit checking your watch, Boy, it is  never going to be fuck o'clock for you two.

You're a great, you would most certainly love her right but you were friend-zoned within ten seconds, that'll always be the truth. No matter what you do, you can only hope for a fluke. Till then, you can listen to her fuck her boyfriend.


So let me tell you what you have to do, the both of you:


You find somebody who looks like somebody who you're in love with who clearly doesn't love you.

After you give up, you'll probably fall in love.


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