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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Hey, Mr. Biceps
You talked a big game when we met. Going on about how beautiful and sexy I was and how happy you were that you met me. Then Friday night you stood me up. I really didn't mind all the time I spent getting ready, it ended up going to good use. Anyhow, I hope you're reading this just so you know you missed out on the shag of a lifetime. —Babe with Chronic Genital Arousal Disorder
