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Though I appreciate your offer to come and fist each other on the weekend. I unfortunately am unable to accept the offer. I assume you are busy running cable and will also be tied up. I appreciate your misunderstanding of everything that was said to you in our recent Vertigo game and you will be the butt of many jokes to come when someone doesn't understand the definition of a word.
Regards,
Brxsie and Alxcypher
Will you be my Discord Kitten?
Sometimes I think about telling people that’s what happened to me. If you’re going to get rumbled, why not get rumbled in style? That might have saved me from the more embarrassing reality. Aged 16, pubescent and emotional, I kept a diary. A proper, ‘I-just-shagged-a-boy-for-the-first-time’ cheese-fest of a diary.
So when I came home from school one day and saw my little book of secrets silently waiting for me on the kitchen counter, I knew there was no way I could talk myself out of this one.
After one, short conversation on the garden bench, lots of swearing and even more tears, I was out.