I think we need to see other people. It's not you, you're just a lovely potato-derived liquor. It's most certainly me. You see, I can't control myself around you. And I just don't want to a sorority girl again. I think one time's enough for this kid. I'll always love you. And, sometime soon, when my tolerance is better or I'm with people who will reign me in, we can hook up again.
Love,
Wally
P. S. Do you have Champagne's number?
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