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They don't know it. They think they just want not to be questioned, or reminded that they have failed, or to feel in control. I doubt if they know, unlike me and mine, that they are being sent. I doubt if they have the conviction, but I can smell the lust. Roses, this, an odd mix or different things. I may never know.
Yes, get the dj.
I won't confirm, or deny, anything. You will have to believe what you wish. Perhaps my foolish notions leave me due, perhaps my notions of love are terribly wrong, and the Lord knows it could easily be claimed as deserving. Don't worry about harming me, just do it if you are going to do it. For both of our sakes.
Even in my shape... well... be quick about it.
Good night.
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