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| Hi, Susan? I'm phoning about our constituent...er...and his problems with...uh... | |
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| I'll be honest. I was just calling to hear your voice. We've never met, but our brief, playful exchanges are all that keep me from downing a bottle of paracetamol. | |
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| I delay calling you so I can experience the frisson of anticipation all day. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep imagining the life we could live together. | |
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| I'm 56, married, and a thalidomide baby. | |
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| Could you at least friend me on Facebook so I can look at pictures of your clothed tits? | |
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