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Him who I Lurve wore an incredibly stupid hat today. It made him look like a sillier, more irate G.W. Bush. I couldn't stop thinking of that poem Fitzgerald quotes before getting on with the Great Gatsby, the one that ends with 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing, I must have you!' Only it was more "Not Really My Lover, ridiculous-hatted, remaining relatively stationary, I must avoid conversation with you!' The avoidance, naturally, comes from fear of just stream of consciousing myself into oblivion, letting it slip- "Did you hear about this book? I love you madly. SHIT!" Or otherwise acting obviously lovesick and stupid. Plus, don't think I could pass "I Love you madly. SHIT!" off as the title of the book...

Love, Actually is out today. Word.

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