You are the reason I have such a hard time trusting other women.
If I weren’t already in love and married, I think I could totally fall for you.
I have no faith in your ability as a priestess. You have no business pretending to be one.
I wish I looked like you.
I’m glad I don’t look like you.
Rule #1 for being invited back to my house – don’t flirt with my husband while you’re here.
Really, your penis was not that big. Or all that fun. And for the record – I totally faked it.
I wish you had more faith in yourself.
I wish I could tell you how you smell.
Watching how you live your life makes me feel a tad bit better about my own sometimes.
You are not that good of a writer.
It’s really hard to watch you self-destruct but I don’t know what I can do about it.
Even though I don’t necessarily like you as a friend, I totally respect and admire you and wish you nothing but the best.
I wish I had met you twenty years ago.
I wish I had never met you at all.
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