When my girlfriend told me she’d cheated, I said that I had too.
It seemed the quickest way to hurt her. And to spare her sorrow.
When my girlfriend told me she’d cheated, I said that I had too.
It seemed the quickest way to hurt her. And to spare her sorrow.
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