You have a mouth like a sailor. Why do you curse like that? I see you coming but I will not fall prey to your wiles. You will not convince me of any more drama. I see you, sneaking about, peering around the corners of my mind. Piss off and take your demon brother Anxiety with you. I will let you in if I must but we are not going to bed. We will be business acquaintances at best. I will not even friend you. You may be reliable, familiar, even seductive, but this is a dance I prefer to sit out. Ropes course? No. Not more than a promise of hypothetical coffee. I would rather keep it down to a polite nod to acknowledge we know one another but no longer really connect. Take care. Call me. (I will consider it a butt dial).
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