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| My name is Doreen. I'm a flat-chested lipstick lesbian. Though I just started seeing someone, I'm going to respond to the personal ad of a hot guy anyway. | |
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| My name is Morgan. I'm somewhat preoccupied with death, but that's okay because I have a perfect body and a large penis. | |
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| Here's my plan: I'm going to make you think that I'm the perfect the girl for you (and I'm even into the other girl you're seeing right now) and then I'll completely and totally blow you off! | |
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| That's quite alright, as I'm used to being society's martyr. I'm sure James is also a CK model with a 200 IQ and 4 graduate degrees. Otherwise, this would make no sense. | |
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| Well, see you around ... I'm off to go fulfill my man-hating malevolence on some other poor unsuspecting shmo ... | |
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| Poor Doreen. She doesn't realize who she's fucking with ... (to be continued) | |
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