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jamie is a fucking genius and prolly to good to date all of you sexy ladies, he is too gentle and sincere and kind and sad and taken for granted by some stank hussy and so he cares about you and thinks about you but he mopes around taking pictures being alone and travels the world to fall in love with bicycle-riding hipster girls with fucked-up teeth and then he lets me crash on his couch for a week and not leave the apartment and chainsmoke and eat popcorn and beer and read his manuscript and the madonna sex book and make long distance phonecalls to LA to someone who didn’t want to be dating me anymore anyway, the end.

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