I don't know why I want to talk to you so much because you're a pretty lame person. I guess I enjoy making fun of you as it's my forte.
You don't even get my humor sometimes. And you think repeating a correctly spoken word is considered a joke.
I know you don't like me. And I don't want you to like me. Nor do I want to like you.
So why do I keep coming back?
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