I don't care

I'm funny nervous and care horribly but trying not to care. I don't care, don't care very much at all, am just incredibly incurious to see her, but fascinated, shit. O beware, beware
I'm starting to care...

ooooh, maybe this can all transfer to someone else, I hope because like a blush it's growing disastrously tangible.
Perhaps it will go away soon, I hope.

one hour.
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later:

wow, it's all gone, gloriously lifted and truly
she's darling. oh lovely listing longing gone, and no ambiance thick in the air of despairing scenes.