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Penelope, I know it's three in the morning, but I need to get this weight off my shoulders. I can't keep giving you advice on how to get that other guy, tell you more "sexy things" you could do, or suggest more racy lines to text him at night. As your best friend, I have reached my limit, and I must honestly say that he does not deserve you. I'm not telling you all this because I'm jealous or because he had the hard face to say that he made more money than me (by the way: I still can't find his name on the Forbes 500 list, and I know for a fact that he has rented the Ferrari, but I'll tell you that story another day). He is not who you think he is. I firmly believe that you would be much better off with someone else, and I need you to see for yourself. The perfect man has always been right under your nose... You have every reason not to ever give me a chance, because you know me better than anyone else, and because you also think the same as the headlines who call me "the arrogant king of New York "or" Manhattan's unruly playboy. " I'm not asking too much of you... I just want you to break up with him to be with me.