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number 3. I don't have a life. Um, okay, so I guess she's not as dense as I'd thought. I didn't know that, you know. I didn't know the people acted differently. I, as usual, did not notice a thing. I did not notice anything, except that Gen only had eyes for me. Knowing that warms my heart so much that you could boil a pot of water on it. Okay, so that was lame, but I just watched an episode of "Friends" yesterday. It was the one where Joey found a sex book in Rachel's bed, and he and Russ were making fun of her. Russ was like, "This coffee is cold. Can I warm it on your loins?" Because, you know, the book contained a phrase that went something like, "her loins were on fire." I have forgotten the dialogue and everything but the gist is there, and it was just in my mind, okay? I miss Gen, and yet I don't. I want to be with him, and yet I don't. I don't want to break up with him, and yet I do. I know the word to describe the above...ambivalence. (That's the noun form, right?)
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