We can’t be friends
We could be in each other’s arms, thinking about tearing teenage campers limb from limb, but nooo. You don’t like horror movies. We could be walking down the road, looking for the next person to mutilate. But for some reason, horror movies scare you.
Our relationship could be so much more meaningful if only you gave horror movies a try. We could be allergic to fire and you water, but that’s not the case with us. If we worked together, we could slaughter blonde after blonde, terrorize people heading down the path to imminent doom. Sadly, that’s just wishful thinking.
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