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oh yeah
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"Caaaaalum, its Jooodeee. Got your number from peeeeteeeer, how aaaaaaare you?" Shit. Not that bitch Jodie, not the one who eeeeelongates all her vowels in that way that makes me want to go and blow up a plane full of philanthropists. Not that stuttering princess who followed me round at college, who by malingering like herpes plagues a prostitute, thwarted my bedding the best looking girl on my course. Not that fucking CHRISTIAN? And who the fuck is peter anyway?. How did this bitch get my e-mail?. Questions,questions. Mmmm. I wonder...tits... Is she worth BONING?. I recall something to do with tits and...um....tits.Well, if its true, its certainly something worth bearing in mind. My god It's been at least eight months since my dick saw some action. Hang on, do I even possess a dick? I havent checked for some time. Okay, its still there. Thats a relief. Right then..." Hiiiii Jodie, whaaaat a coincidence. Was just that very moment thinking of you and then I got your message. How are you? still contact with (....er) Nigel(?). DO drop me a line. My number is....
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060724
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