The Girl Who Can't Drive

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Dear Boy,

You were all for being friends, really close buddies. But I wasn't ready. Duh.

Now that all has been said and done, we have another shot at friendship. Nice and jolly, we are.

But it's not like that, isn't it? I think part of you is still scared of me. Which makes me feel rather placated, tolerated and insulted, because I really do want things to be pleasantly platonic.

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