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I’m sorry; what?
I must have missed something you said
or, perhaps, everything.
I didn’t mean to.
I just, well…
I’m a bit distracted
just now.

It’s sort of, well,
The amount that I want to sleep with you is, like, a LOT.
It makes it difficult to follow your
no-doubt entertaining
train of conversation
– it’s just so hard to hear you over my ragged breathing,
my rubbing hands,
and the blood coursing through my ears.

I’d ask to go somewhere quieter,
but
I find it very difficult
to walk with
next
or near you.

Really,
for me,
in this agitated state
it’s hard
(difficult. I meant difficult)
to come to
(arrive at.
That’s a far safer choice of words)
any way for us to get along.

So it might be best
for us
to cut our losses.

Unless…