I told him that it wasn’t working out because we’re just apples and oranges. Of course, I’m the sweet, sun-ripened, kissed-by-God-Himself orange and he’s the rotten, fly-infested apple that’s stuck to the bottom of my wastebasket because he was “too busy” to put a new bag in it.
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