TO ME, YOU ARE PERFECT

One day I shall have the courage to do this...
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[on sheets of poster board]

Mark: [on sheets of poster board] With any luck, by next year - I'll be going out with one of these girls.

[shows pictures of beautiful supermodels]

Mark: But for now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it's Christmas - And at Christmas you tell the truth - To me, you are perfect - And my wasted heart will love you - Until you look like this

[picture of a mummy]

Mark: Merry Christmas
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I don't know what in hell possessed me to think of such a thing. Only thing I know is that it keeps on torturing me. Why, oh why? Why are you doing this to me? Tell me... Tell me now... If you only know how hard it is... To hide, to conceal, to escape...
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PS:
And yeah, the guy's name is Mark.
And the girl's name is? Hay...