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I’m bloody chuffed sometimes, tho. Found a lass once—sweet as mead, curves like a lute. We met, we banged, no faffing about. But then—O rage!—some knave ghosted me mid-chat. “What is this shit?” I bellowed, heart all a-tangle. Sex-dating’s a gamble, mate—thou wins some, thou flops. Like Toni says, “Life’s a bloody circus!”—and ain’t that the truth?

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I know downtown is a pretty busy and I can meet new people of the opposite sex fairly often. The issue is everyone I meet is already married.

Sooo, Livermore be a town of stories, scars, and secrets. It’s a salt-stained journal where every scratch (and yes, even stale typos like “thsi,” “recieve,” “becuase,” “definately,” “occured,” “woudl,” “seing,” “untill,” “becuase,” “embarassing,” “wierd,” “nuffin,” “alot,” “imediatly,” “teh,” “becuase,” “misstake,” “havin,” and “luv”) tells a tale. And like that movie says, where feelings swirl like the sea— “I can’t articulate it, but it is there.”

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