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Richard Cross... Have you been reading this blog the whole time?


I didn't even look at the final assignment till several moments ago. And it seems that one of the options is about love. Any kind of love I want, about a book that has a nun who cums when she plays Chopin. I never said a word in class, yet it seems that you are telepathic and have been watching,while talking, my erotic fantasies and memories unfold to pass time during lecture.

For two years, I've been preparing for your final. I'm sure you know now, you blue-eyed white haired and melancholic man, that you've given me some sense of purpose.

As for writing it...

Well, if I didn't have to pass your class, I would just print out some photographs and leave you with an exaggerated wink and a swing of my hips.


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