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SELECTIVELY NEARSIGHTED
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Cheryl pushed the glasses back on her forehead. She had gotten
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done with writing her e-mail for the day, and was getting ready to log
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off when a message flashed at the bottom of the screen. It read:
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"Talk request from: jester"
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She thought for a bit; no one she knew used a nickname like "jester".
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Curious, she punched in the reply.
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[connection established]
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Hello. Are you busy?
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She typed in "No, not really."
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"Good. I don't mean to bother you, but I've seen you around
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campus and finally found out who you are. I'd seen your name on the
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list of users, so I thought we could chat for a while."
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Cheryl looked around the lab. There weren't many people around
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the lab, and most of them seemed absorbed in their own projects.
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"I have no problem with that, I guess."
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"Good. I want to ask you a few questions. Have you ever talked
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anybody on these machines who you didn't know?"
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"No," Cheryl typed, "you're the first."
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"I see. Do you think you could ever be attracted to someone you
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met on the net?"
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Cheryl wondered for a minute. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"
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"Well, I have an interesting proposition for you. Basically..."
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She waited; when Jester didn't finish, she typed "Basically
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what?"
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"Basically, I want to talk dirty to you."
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Cheryl typed "Not interested. Sorry." and began to log off,
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when Jester typed "Just a minute. Let me explain."
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Cheryl thought for a minute. "Why should I agree?"
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"Well, I'm a psychology major and I want to test a theory. I
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want to see if you could be aroused without having any visual or
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audial cues. Only what I write."
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She looked around. The only guys in the lab still seemed
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focused on whatever they were working on; however some of them were
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facing her, and she couldn't tell what was on their terminal screens.
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Oddly enough, she was getting aroused. The thought of having
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some total stranger "talking" to her was getting her hot.
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"Sure. Why not?"
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"Wonderful. First, imagine that I am sitting next to you."
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"What do you look like?" she typed.
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":) Sorry, but that would be telling. Just imagine someone
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tall, dark and handsome - someone whom you would be attracted to."
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Cheryl closed her eyes for a second. She pictured Jeff, the guy
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who lived on the floor below her, and who she kept bumping into. He
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had ruddy skin and short hair. He had a fairly athletic build. She
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smiled; he'd do.
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"Okay..."
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"Now imagine that we're in a grassy field somewhere. We're
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sitting there; you're sitting between my legs, and leaning against my
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chest. Think of the feel of the grass underneath us; the feel of my
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chest against your back."
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Cheryl felt Jeff's pectorals pressing against her back. The
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thought of that warmed her blood. She shifted in her seat.
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"Imagine that I reach around you and began to fondle your...do
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you mind if I talk dirty, or would you be offended?"
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"Go ahead; it's your game." she typed.
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":) Okay, I'm reaching around you and grabbing your tits. I'm
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stroking them and rubbing and pinching your nipples. (Go ahead and do
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so if you feel it'll help...)"
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Cheryl looked around; no one was watching. She slipped her
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long, slender fingers over her breasts, and circled her nipples. The
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feeling was exciting; even more so that she was sitting in the open.
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"I'm rubbing your tits. One of my hands slips down and begins
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to stroke your thigh. I'm rubbing with one hand and stroking your
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thigh with the other."
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"(Are you wearing a skirt, pants, or shorts?)"
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Cheryl typed "You mean you don't know?"
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":) Sorry, but I don't. I didn't see you come in."
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Cheryl grinned. "I'm wearing a skirt."
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"Tight, or fairly loose?"
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"Loose; it's pleated, like a cheerleader's skirt."
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":) Okay, I'm stroking your thigh with one hand. It traces its
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way slowly up to your knee, and up to the hem of your skirt. (Feel
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free to use your hand if it'll help.)"
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Cheryl began idly sliding her hand up and down her leg. She
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liked the feel of her smooth fingers on her skin; she traced little
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circles on her legs.
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"Now I'm taking my other hand and rubbing your other thigh. I'm
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spreading your legs a little, and sliding my hands up and down your
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legs."
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Cheryl spread her legs a little. She looked up; one of the guys
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was getting ready to go. She put her hands back on the keyboard, and
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looked attentive as he left.
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"Nervous?"
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"A little. I don't want to make it obvious what's going on."
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"I understand. Now, I was rubbing your thighs, and planting
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little baby kisses on the back of your neck. (Don't worry about
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simulating that part...)"
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Cheryl giggled. One guy looked up; Cheryl blushed slightly and
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went back to the screen.
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"I take one of my hands and slip it under your skirt. I'm
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tickling your inner thighs. (Go ahead.)"
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She typed "I'm going to get caught."
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"No you won't. No one is close enough to see, so long as you're
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discreet."
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Cheryl flipped her skirt up and slid her left hand between her
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legs.
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"As I'm kissing your neck and stroking one thigh, I lightly
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trace the hem of your panties - you _are_ wearing panties, aren't
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you?"
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Cheryl typed "Yes."
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"Okay, I'm tracing the hem of your panties with my index
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finger. I slide up over your thigh, then back between your legs. (Do
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it.)"
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She slid the fingernail along the hem. She was really getting
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turned on by this treatment! She hooked her finger under the hem
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between her legs; she could feel herself getting damp.
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"I reach up with my other hand and slide your panties off. (Go
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ahead and do it.)"
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Cheryl stopped. She quickly typed, "No way. Feeling myself up
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is one thing, but I'm not doing a striptease in the damn lab!"
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Jester waited. Then, "If you really want to stop, we can. But
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if you agree to continue, you _have_ to do _everything_ I tell you, no
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matter what."
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Cheryl thought about it. If she stopped, she'd only leave
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herself hanging; she was really starting to enjoy this. But the last
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thing she needed was someone spotting her; she'd be suspended for sure
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if she got caught.
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She decided.
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"Okay. Go ahead." she typed.
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":) Excellent. I was hoping you'd agree. Now take your panties
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off."
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Cheryl sat up slightly and slowly squirmed out of her panties.
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When they got around her knees, she spread her legs and let them drop
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to the floor. She picked them up and tucked them into her backpack,
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under her books.
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"Okay. They're off."
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"Now, I'm stroking your tits again. I'm breathing into your ear
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slowly. In... out. In...out. My left hand slides down between your
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legs. My fingertip is tracing the slit of your pussy. (I don't have to
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tell you, do I?)"
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She looked around. Another guy got up, along with a woman.
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Cheryl stopped, but they went out the door at the far end of the room.
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She stroked her right nipple and began to finger herself.
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"Now spread your legs as far as your skirt will let you. I'm in
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front of you now, and I'm kissing you passionately."
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Cheryl licked her lips.
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"I stop kissing you, and lean down. I kiss your right knee,
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then your left. I slowly kiss my way inwards to your pussy. (Use your
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imagination; I'm there. Use your hands to pretend.)"
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"I slip my tongue along your slit. You need to spread your lips
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so I can get further inside..."
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Cheryl complied; she held herself open and slipped her
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fingertip in.
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"I'm switching to my hand; I slide my finger in, probing you."
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She began to squirm. Her finger began moving in and out. Her
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other hand slid up to her nipples again, and she pinched them. The
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pain only added to her stimulation.
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"I'm beginning to stroke faster; I want to make you come."
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Cheryl smiled. Her finger wasn't doing enough, so she slipped
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another finger in. The fit was tight, but the pressure felt wonderful.
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"Faster now...faster..."
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Cheryl's hand was practically a blur. Her other hand went to
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rubbing her clit. Cheryl's mind was spinning; her she was, finger-
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fucking herself in the computer lab!
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Suddenly she felt an orgasm building up.
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"Go ahead; make yourself come."
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Cheryl didn't care anymore; the feeling was too overpowering.
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She leaned back, closed her eyes and moaned slightly as the waves of
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warmth washed over her. The intensity increased, and finally the
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orgasm broke. She tried not to scream; it came out as a whining sigh,
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with Cheryl gritting her teeth. She began gasping. She leaned over and
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rested her head on the keyboard.
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When she looked up, there was a solitary message on the screen.
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She looked around, but the lab was empty. She never saw the last
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people leave. As she read the message, she felt the cold hand of
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astonishment clear her mind.
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Well, I hope that was as fun for you as it was for me.
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Don't worry; I was the last one to leave. I don't think
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anyone ever knew what was going on.
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It seems like the mind is a powerful sex toy; I don't know
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what you pictured, but it seemed to work.
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Just goes to show you that love isn't necessarily blind,
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merely selectively nearsighted. Makes me believe a woman
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like me can find somebody to love.
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Don't act so surprised; I never said I was a man. And
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besides, did it really matter?
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Love,
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Jes.
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