It's not looking good. I don't want to bog you down with a lot of TMI, but I'm due today, and I'm willing to bet you're not in the cards this time.
Is it my fault? I'm too anxious, aren't I. Too anxious. Too old. In the darkest, blackest corner of my irrational heart, I fear that it's because I'm not nice enough. Not warm. Too self-interested. That on some level, I don't deserve to have you.
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