You called me into your apartment to save me from a raging, drunk ex-boyfriend only to hide my shoes, try to ply me with alcohol, and then pin me to the sofa to keep me from leaving. I should have stuck out the drama in the street with the ex.
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I hate when that happens and it does happen!
When I was a neurotic teenager I dreamed about changing my name to Raven, having black hair, and being interesting.
Now that I'm slightly older and slightly less neurotic I daydream about changing my name to Max Danger, having red hair, and being very interesting indeed.