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It was wednesday afternoon, and sitting all alone in a park bench was a girl. Tears poured from her eyes, as it seems she was stood up. She tried to reach her date, whom she believed was her soulmate, but alas, he didn't answer his phone calls.

Desi, as was his custom, was swag-walking around the park when he spotted her. Being the gentleman that he is, he approached her to ask what was wrong. Then, the unexpected happened - she embraced him, apparently having mistaken him for someone else. He realized she had been stood up but, being the gentleman that he is, he didn't have the heart to tell her the truth.

So, he went along with it, and they soon fell in deep love.

Sometime later, Desi was, as was his custom, swag-walking around the park, when he spotted his dear friend Kvon, whom he had always tried to reach but could never, sitting on a park back.

He thought about approaching him, but looked back to the last time he approached someone sitting on a park bench. Desi, a heterosexual, thought it'd be best to leave this alone.

And Kvon at there waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And crying.