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The Scarf










( I hope he remembers my body. These and the coming series are to remind him.)

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  1. Ok so I just drop in occasionally to read your writing because it is really good and amusing. Didn't expect that. But I have to say you have an amazingly gorgeous body.

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  2. There's a lot of self indulgent bullshit about my complete inability to get my romantic shit together, but if you sift through with patience, you can find fun nuggets to distract you from that grey shanytown we all call reality.



    Are you calling my face fat?

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  3. Ha no you're face is gorgeous too, but usually you are talking about how small your butt is when you do complain so I thought I would gear that statement toward the body.

    It's all interesting to me, even the grey areas. I am sure that we are not in the same "boat" but I can't get it together either so I can relate.

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  4. well I'm glad you can relate

    Boat? Oh I fell overboard a long time ago.

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