I know I recently consented to give you 90% deciding power in our life, but you gotta work with me here. You are turning our sex/love life into such a cliche that I am wondering if I'm not having some kind of extreme hallucination or I'm in a stupid movie. You've got me falling for the epitome of Bad Decisions! A motorcycle riding, felony havin' drug dealer who has no interest in "getting serious". Really? REALLY, Vagina??
At least it'll be a fun ride before it crashes and burns and I'm left alone, weeping dramatically and swearing off men forever,
Irma
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