I: He has a girlfriend.
Me: I could have told you that.
Myself: No, you should have kept that information secret.
I: Signs suck.
Me: Yes, they do. But I keep reading them anyway.
Myself: Don't be upset about a bunch of random letters.
I: I am happy.
Me: I am content.
Myself: I am lying through my teeth.
I: Where is hope?
Me: It lies within me.
Myself: ... even if I'm all prayed out.
I: He has a girlfriend.
Me: He has a girlfriend.
Myself: It doesn't matter that much now.
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