we can't even be cordial we are like warring countries, over some bullshit and this isn't gonna work because forget cordial,you and me? we can't have a conversation without a profanity or three and i can see we're jockeying, we're competing, its tiring and i won't have a hard time with your immediate firing i can see that we want each other but won't admit it, can't and what we did? i'll grant you that kissing in the storeroom, it was a one-time thing till i realize that you have me in a chicken wing i swan-dive into a kiss, our lips raking i knew i couldn't have you, my heart was breaking so we had to fire on each other, i felt an undying hatred and i want you still but all good things must come to an end, so kill a working and loving relationship don't mix, as i lurk i just know this here isn't gonna work.Birth sign: Aries
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