Been back home almost a week now. Don't feel like going out; happy to chill with Gordon and 'Shy Boy'. I know where I stand inside. Out there I keep getting mixed messages; I'm cajoled out them I'm chased in again. What's that about?
Happened again tonight. Received an invite to take the floor, headed for the linen press, where I like to hang out, and before I'd had a chance to take in the scenery was being 'manoeuvred' out from under it. I'm confused.
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