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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.
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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