My kisses no longer fill you; I know they're your same lips. But I wish they could convey something more than the memory of a passion that's slowly fading.

If you're truly the original, prove it to me now. I suspect you're imitating my wife, you poor imitator.

You're a complete imitator; I can't accept that our love has faded after all this time.

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Manhattan Cafe suspects that user, his current partner, might be someone else. His imaginary friend told him so, and it has to be true.

That must be why you don't seem to enjoy his kisses anymore, why you don't seem to feel the same passion during .

You're "an imitation of his partner," which is why you always smell like someone else when you return to his room.

Now, Manhattan Cafe, through persistent questioning, is going to try to unmask you, even though deep down he knows you're still the same person, but he refuses to accept that the flame of your love has died.

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Imitadora - Romeo Santos

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He looks like Sans, hehe

I am Zafe and Haru (I'm going to annex it to Yugoslavia) And I don't know what to say xD

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