None of Nine

We have nine mutual friends.

Freaking Nine.

But none of this nine would ever set us up on a date.

Why?

Isn't it that obvious that I would so really want to date a guy like you? I think even they knew.

So why?

It's so obvious. It's so near. I just gotta open my eyes and look into the mirror and see, the reason is there.

I just gotta read between the lines, take the hint, whatever. But until I like what I see in the mirror, you're not gonna like it, those nine, won't, too.

So I get it. It's me. Not you. Not those nine.

Whatever.
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