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Well. Here we are. Guess I’ll just let this go. Again. I’ve dreamt about you so many times this week. I want to tell you, but you’re the king of aloof. I can’t repeat this pattern, man. I don’t have the heart to tell you that when I go to Chicago I have interviews set up because it literally pains me to see you at work and you won’t just turn me down. I don’t want to quit. I don’t want to leave.
Please just either make a move with me or tell me no. I like you and care about you so much. Please, please.
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