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I’ll call you later…I’ll call you back. I’ll call you later…I’ll call you back. This is what he use to say to me. And it was ok with me. Until it wasn’t. This was really less than the bare minimum. But men and ‘em seem to think this is enough. I guess it can be if it was actually done. Yet the texts became less and the calls grew even further between. I mean if he knew he had no intentions of staying, what was the point of playing with someone who didn’t want to be played with. Now I’m caught in a whirlwind of emotions because this nigga wanted to do some ego stroking. -L' Mo