Im a Swedish chick living in Gothenburg called Susanne. I'm the greatest chick in the world and my ex would love it if I could think about forgiving him for being such a blind moron. I might even let him buy me dinner in an amazing restaurant, then i'll just never speak to him again!
Or maybe he's changed in the last year. Maybe London's toughened him up a bit, got him out there, clubbing, drugging, socialising and realising how fucking stupid he was to play with everything other than what really mattered to him. His stunning, life loving girl, Suss.
I miss you little one. Even though you've got really smelly feet, it would be great if you would let me buy you dinner. Just to catch up.

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