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| ( 02.16.03 + 3:55 pm ) Truffled What do you all know about dark chocolate truffles in relation to me? ...Nothing? Exactly. To me, gifts are about the amount of thought/effort that goes into them. Or, in this case, the absence of thought/effort that went into my dark chocolate truffles. I should have known better than to start having sex with someone who wasn't experienced enough for a serious relationship. Confused Andrea
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