No, I'm afraid not. I barely know you. We're spectacularly ill-suited for one another. You're not at all my type. And I simply don't like you like that.
The fact that you saw me browsing the Kate Bush section at Virgin Megastore is all well and good, but one shared interest is hardly motive for you throwing yourself at me like this.
Also, you need to stop calling in the middle of the night. And could you PLEASE stop staring at me like that? You're creeping me out.
-PAR
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