I once had a boyfriend who liked me more than I liked him. He was a musician – with me so far? Good. I thought it best to end things rather than lead him on. He would not take no for an answer. No matter how firm and definite – he pursued with singular determination. He did not hear a word I said. No matter how many times. And so I refused to see him or talk to him. He would wait outside my building...until one day the cops had to be called because he had a rifle.
Smart money's on Charles Johnson.
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