Six Reasons I Can’t Handle Your Compliments
If you have something nice to say to me, I beg you to reconsider—I just can't handle that kind of loaded pressure.
If you have something nice to say to me, I beg you to reconsider—I just can't handle that kind of loaded pressure.
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There's no way I entered this incorrectly; I watched myself do it the right way ten times now. Why would I get my password wrong? It's MY password.