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A Rant
The confusion I feel when thinking about you is higher than the one I feel when attempting to solve mathematical problems.
And, God knows as well as you how much I hate them and how much they confuse me.
You confuse me when you say something to act like you never said it the following day.
You confuse me when I find contradictions in your behaviour.
I know you are not the kind that contradicts himself.
You are too smart to do that.
Everything you do has a purpose.
Tell me, then, how could you mean this and that at the same time?
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