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I’m sitting with you in bed, cum dripping out of my pussy, talking about how you secretly love Enya and I secretly love Creed and I couldn’t be more in love. I mean, you really accept me for who I am. I didn’t tell you, however, that I stole my mom’s credit card one time in high school to subscribe to monthly deliveries of Pure Moods. I thought I was all deep and shit listening to those CD’s on my discman on the school bus while everyone else was listening to Coolio or Linkin Park, and it’s reassuring to know that somewhere far away, at the same time, you were pretending not to listen to Enya. Oh yeah, I also like Linkin Park.