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favorite this post The Man in the Badly Cropped Photo (Hmmm...not certain I could trace it...) hide this posting unhide

Thanks, Hot Stuff...NOW:

As promised, Part Two.

The photo sent to me of the doughnut on a jelly injector which used to be a creature so amazing she melted eyeballs, had a kind of "singe" or "burn" to the right edge. The phone, small as it is (Welcome to the Oriental world), revealed nothing; I had to use the library computer.
Its Cadillac of a screen, showed you had a companion. A real friendly, snuggly one. The cropping-out would have been difficult, for anyone not trained in it, granted. Enough of the gentleman's hairline/style and right ear/jawline showed that, when matched against photos already in my possession (yep; "The INFORMATION Age", means Bad Things, too!), the ID became definite.

So...Q:
If he screwed around with the mutual friend, and you threw his ass to the curb, why on Earth take him back for clandestine, screwing around purposes, a couple years later? Especially since he married her, and You're the adulteress, now!

I would say, knowing you, it's one of 2 reasons:
1) Nobody loves a fat girl, but oh, how a fat girl can love!, OR
2) You're exactly what I've always known you were...which, I have to own, as I woke It, so long ago...

WOW. You scare me. Truly. Not the way you'd like, but...
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