This thing called love is fast becoming a cha-cha. One step forward, two steps back.
It's N., who's left of the flock gaining ground. The rest?
I., is friends with Italianini, so Italianini says. R., has just "broken up" with * (asterisk boy, henceforth). And me, well, no progress at all (which I prefer at the moment, I want it to be a plunge when it happens the next time).
But what can we do?
A wise man once said that, "the teacher arrives when the student is ready."
Does love come when we don't need it?
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Hahaha!
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