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could love you, I would. But love is a feeling I just don’t believe in ; )
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    Jake
    7:51am:
    That’s extremely comforting, Katie. Hurry over after work (MY work, not yours) and we’ll see if we can work on that screaming problem of yours.
     
    7:51am:
    And maybe we’ll work on those feelings of yours, too.
     
    7:59 am:
    I’ll interpret your silence as acceptance. Have a great Monday.
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Tuesday April 16, 2013
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    Jake
    12:45pm:
    I tried to go for a run, but I just can’t get focused. Are you sure you can’t brush off your class tonight and swing by my place instead?
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    12:52pm:
    Jake, every time you send a text, I think of what you did to me the last time we were together. So of course I would love to skip class, but I just can’t.
     
    12:53pm:
    My parents are going to tear me a new one once they see this term’s report card. It’s time for me to start doing more of my work and less of you. Sorry.
     
    12:54pm:
    It’s probably for the best anyway. You need to get your head straight and this is arrangement of ours is obviously messing you up more than we both agreed it should.             
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    Jake
    12:55 pm:
    This is messing ME up?
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    3:31pm:
    Jake, you there?
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    Jake
    3:37pm:
    Sorry for the delay. I’m FUCKED UP, remember?
     
    3:56pm:
    Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to upset you. What’s up?
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    3:57pm:
    Jake, I said MESSED up. And besides, you’re full of shit. I need to get to my next lecture.
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    Jake
    3:58pm:
    No, let’s chat.
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    3:59pm:
    Maybe later tonight. I don’t have time now, the lecture’s starting.
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    Jake
    4:00pm:
    WTF is wrong with you? Why can’t I be a little upset with this situation of ours? You come over and make love to me for how many hours? You ask me to come inside you and I’m the bad guy for getting attached?
     
    4:05pm:
    Fine. Ignore me. But I’m not the bad guy here, Christine. You’re the bad guy. You’re the one fucking with my emotions just so you can get your rocks off. This is NOT right.
     
    4:11pm:
    Forgive me for falling in love with you and expecting that you might actually love me in return.
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    8:13pm:
    Are you still ranting and raving like lunatic old man? Or has the mental Viagra worn off?
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    Jake
    8:14pm:
    Still at work. I need space. Time to think. Time to get my head straight, as you put it.
     
    8:23pm:
    OK, what’s up?
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    8:24pm:
    Jake, go read what you wrote earlier today.
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    Jake
    8:28pm:
    Okay… What about it?
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    8:28pm:
    Read the text from 405 out loud.
     
    8:30pm:
    I
     
    8:30pm:
    AM
     
    8:30pm:
    NOT
     
    8:31pm:
    CHRISTINE!
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    Jake
    8:31pm:
    Shit, I’m sorry. It was obviously a slip…
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    8:32pm:
    And you wonder why I refuse to get attached to your old pathetic geriatric ass? Jesus, wake the fuck up.
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    Jake
    8:34pm:
    Katie, I‘m so sorry.
     
    8:45pm:
    I get it. I don’t blame you for being pissed off. It’s just that only Christine has ever pissed me off that much. So it was a natural response. Definitely not anything personal or intentional. I’m so very sorry.
     
    9:13pm:
    I’m sitting here wondering why you’re not answering your phone or my texts. I hope you respond soon. I miss you and love you. There, I admitted it: I love you. And