Am I supposed to say goodbye? Is it my turn to leave this time? I should know what to do. Heck, we've done this too many times before. But who's turn is it to walk out the door? I beg your pardon. But I thought we were through. You dropped everything and left me for somebody new. I give you so many chances, but we keep hitting a wall. And then one of us falls in love. Every time one of us runs. We circle back into each other's arms. Its not where we wanted to be. But it worked out perfectly.
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