texts: Well, I wonder why. </s> <s> I think you're afraid to put the two of us in the same room together. I think you're afraid he'll be undeniably drawn to me. </s> <s> Oh, for God's sake. Really, Cynthia, really, I don't think he's your type.
labels: "My type"? What is this bullshit? How would you know what "my type" is?