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You don't need Red Bull. Angels already have wings

Tell me I'm an angel

Take this to my grave

I was thinking of "Angels made from neon and fricking garbage, scream out"

Oh, so you're a Danger Days kind of guy? Babe, this might not work out

This week, you've texted me first, told me about personal stuff, called me "babe" and acknowledged our 100% real relationship

I'm leaving

Aww. Bye...

Babe

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