Sometime ago I tweet, is it weird for me to be around or more weird for me to be not around.
I rather you just tell me that the car has no space, which I totally believe and totally agree to, than to tell me that it is weird for me to be around.
And now, if I dont ask, you wouldnt tell me that you are having lunch with her parents? No need to tell me? Not when you know that I mind? Whatever. Not important.
PS. It wasnt that bad afterall, come to think again. To know or not to know doesn't pain me anymore.
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