was because I had a big zit on my butt. I knew it was coming, and I feared that this exact scenario would happen, and it did. I tried to get rid of the zit throughout the whole week, I even tried toothpaste and a blow dryer. But it didn’t clear up before Friday, and I didn’t want the embarrassment of you thinking of me as “Donna zitty-butt” for the rest of your life. I feel like I need to confess this to get if off my chest, cause I know you won’t read it anyway. It’s not that I don’t like you – I really do like you. That’s why I didn’t go home with you.
Donna
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Ha, decent, but I can and WILL out post you madame! mark me words!
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