It's your move. It's been your move. I mean, I'd be happy to make the move and all if I didn't think it made me look desperate. It's your turn. It's weird, because now when I see that you're online, I know exactly where you're sitting, what you look like. And you have no idea I'm sitting here, Oasis-ing it up, waiting for you. Silly boy, when will you realize that you're all I want?
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