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He as in Rynzetrius you love that I don't let you control me nor tell me what I should be doing. Rynzetrius your my best friend in the entire world. I feel so left out and out of that place around you. You love the ways I smell when I'm taking showers around you. I love the ways you smell when your showering around me because I can smell your scent and smell. I feel like why you insult and disrespect me so much when I'm not doing none of that stuff to you. I love that you always knew that you will become very forgiving of me and all of my many mistakes I've made over and over again. Both of us never try to make promises that are called broken promises. I love that you don't say your pants. I love that you love to wear your jeans with a belt and not falling off your behind. I love you for you. As in you love me for me. I feel like I love being pre-judgemental and also, positive. Both of us came along ways. Both of us are not the same as when we was in our teens or 20's. This is Rynzetrius I say now and Miss Makeda now will say. Everyday gets better and better when we love our presence.
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