New potential friends who have been warned of past performances, and a progressively more worrying morning conversation habit. What am I supposed to do, really? One weighs the current pleasure against the possibility of future misery and continues to do exactly whatever is most enjoyable anyway.
I'm leaving it all up to him now. Accountability is terribly unattractive a prospect, especially when happy lies in the balance.
Responsibility is for old people. You may have it, yes.
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