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Secrets...
I guess I'm learning that I am really bad at keeping secrets. Why? Because I forget what I'm told is a secret. All I remember is what I'm told.
Like.
GF says, omg, you won't believe what happened. omg omg.
I say, what, what happened?
GF says, I can't even tell you. This is soooooooo bad. Promise me you'll never tell anyone.
I say: Okay. I promise. What happened?
GF says, friend Susie slept with Debbie's boyfriend!
I say, ew, gross, why would anyone sleep with Debbie's boyfriend! He is just so gross.
I am so grossed out by the grossness of the incident that I forget it's supposed to be a big bad secret.
Next time I see Susie, I say, wtf were you thinking? Why would you sleep with him? He actually smells. Ick ick.
Of course, Susie gets upset. How do I know that she slept with Debbie's bf?
blah blah
I suck.

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