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My friend says I’m delusional

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I have a friend request on Facebook from Cameron who is Gen Z beefcake and part twink. I’m flattered. But there is a problem. Trouble always follows him. My friend says reject it, but I believe that if somebody sends a friend request then they obviously fancy you. My friend says I’m delusional, and I hope he’s wrong, but seldom is.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged blog, blogger, facebook, friend request, gay, gen z, life, lifestory, like, love, loveislove on January 3, 2024 by Delicto.

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