I think that... no matter what I do, I can't win anyone's affection but my brother's.
I think that... being so melancholy, all the time, isn't good for me.
I think that... loving someone who doesn't need, want, hoặc is nothing like me, will never work out.
I think that... it'll be hard to change my ways.
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"You don't have to do this," Ryoga reminded me as we trotted together down the road.
"Yes, I do. I need to take my mind off of... it."
"It's not the end of the world."
"No, your right. But it's the end of mine."
"Sofie..." he đã đưa ý kiến with his 'your being dramatic' tone.
"Ryoga..." I replied the same way...
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