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You Can Take the Stripper Off of the Pole, But...
You Can Take the Stripper Off of the Pole, But... ...you can't put the pole in the stripper. Or something. Anyway, my exotic dancer friend has actually been an amazing friend of late. When I was super depressed over how shittily my other lady friend treats me (and even more depressed when, after letting her have both barrels of how I felt aobut it, I feared I would never hear from her again), she came over and hung out and we watched movies while cuddling on top of one of the beds. Somehow, I felt obscurely better. Then she hit me up for . She promised to oay me back with...well, something or other to be determined later. I would like to think this thing with her is going somewhere, but we'll have to see. Not to fear, I did hear from my other lady friend, even though she did admit what I had to say to her made her feel even more like shit than she had for letting me down; pretty much like the biggest shit in the world, in fact. "Don't worry," I assured her, "I'm sure you still have hidden depths of shitty that you have yet to plumb." How we laughed. "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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