If they hand’t invited Joubert to join the tour this summer, I probably would have continued pining for you and grit my teeth listening to the stories about your sexual adventures. But watching Joubert constantly grope you on the bus was a bit too much, even for me. I remember the exact moment I decided to fight
. It was in the middle of the night and – for once – you were asleep. When Joubert came to wake you, calling your name with his stupid French accent and shaking your arm, I realized that I can’t give up on you. You deserve someone who’d know and respect you… and your insomnia.
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