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A New "You"

I don't want a new You. I like the You I've got right now, I like him a lot.

But you know... I don't know if it's worth the effort with You; I mean... you obviously don't care what happens to my pussy, and as for me...well I do care about where you put your dick. But I don't see it often enough to honestly believe it isn't getting handled every other hour by every other girl around.

So I don't know... should I start taking applications for whoever wants to be the new "You"?

Or should I keep writing to You? Because if you don't read it, then that is the ultimate sign of your indifference. But I don't know if you do or if you don't....and I'm trying to avoid crediting my assumptions as a substitute for truth.

Anyway... I don't want a new you.... I just want you to want me.

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  1. Are you talking to me?

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  2. I don't want you, I want golden grahams. Oh sweet decadent, delictable, golden grahams...you have always shown me the sort of respect i want from a woman. silence.

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