I do not want to fuck you

I do not want to touch you, hug you, talk to you, sit and listen for two hours while you repeat the same stupid thing expecting feedback I cannot give, and I do not want you in my space bubble, because you violate my space every time I stand near you without a large object between us as a barrier. You repulse me. I do not want to talk about whatever it is you want to talk about. I do not want you to move your hands around gesturing while talking and moving them closer and closer into the space bubble of my breasts.

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