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Luv,
I'm not prodding him your direction because I think you're a loser. I've not prodded him your direction because you're some gas station glory hole server.
We've told him to set realistic expectations. He doesn't have them. He's not going to poke out Christy Brinkley's cornhole for a Golden Corral buffet.
You're always whining about not being able to find a man. You whine about not finding a good man. You whine about bad men. You whine about not being able to get enough pickle. Gochiefs is a cup of playdough thats never been molded.
Its destiny. Stop fighting the force. This is whats going to be right for both of you.
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