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Guaranteed Human. I humiliated my boyfriend in front of his boss. But the thing is, I did know I was doing it. Am I the A-hole? Hey, they say if you don't know you're an A-hole, you're double the A-Hole. How dare you? We're talking about two stinkers. Like eyes. Could we make A-hole glasses and just like, it would be great. It's just like, you know, there's like the goofy eyes.

Yeah.

But it's just to freaking. about two sphinctor like eyes. Could we make a whole glasses and just like,

oh, that would be great.

It's just like, you know, there's like the goofy eyes.

Yeah.

But it's just two freaking sphincters just staring you down.

Love it.

I 22 female am dating and living with G. 24 male, not his real name.

I've had memory issues since I got in a wreck that required most of my head to be stitched back up to prevent myself from losing my phone

wallet keys. I've made a specific spot in my apartment for them. For my phone to wallet, I have a whistle tag. That sucks. Sorry, O.P. Yeah, I'm very sorry to hear that. But it sticks to things. And when I whistle, it'll play a sound if I've misplaced it. That's pretty cool. Just go, It's like here.

It's like.

That's the X-Files.

What is it?

That's the X-Files? What is it? Then we would be. Please tell John. I'm not going to say anything. Just tell John in the comments what it is. I kept forgetting to ask someone if I forgot my keys. Whenever I drive, I use my GPS, so I don't get lost, even if I've been there many times, but I use

it just as a safety net. Dang. Okay, I hope he has got some brain going on. It's tough. Yeah. Once G moved into my place, things started moving. At first, my phone or wallet wouldn't be where I put it. I noticed G got confused at me finding them and annoyed when I explained the tags. Then my keys would disappear and I don't have a tag

for them so I'd be in a panic because this would make me late for work. Understandable. After the

fifth time, I started walking to work and it is an hour walk. When I got home, G would ask why I didn't

just use my car and I explained and pointed to the hook. That's where I usually find my keys,

but they're not there. After about a month of walking in a really bad rainstorm, my boss realized I was walking and offered me a ride every day. That's pretty nice. That is nice. So I said that I'd be grateful and I would pay for gas. Well, this morning when my boss showed up and knocked on my door, she answered and got confused. I told him that I'm writing with my boss since I can never find my keys anymore and it's safer

than walking, especially if my memory is messing up again.

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