I send you my photos in the strictest of confidence! Why is it that you don’t seem to understand the concept of valuable collector’s items, yet you seem quite adept about everything there is to know on the concept of filing restraining orders? Grrrrrrr.
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Note to self: for Jane S, fewer astronaut and cowboy pix, just more of the 8x10 glossies and wallet-sized snapshots depicting me in golf attire, as a pirate, and as a trapeze artist, she really likes those.
P. S. Must start trimming the outline of my chest hairs into the shape of her Zodiac sign . . .
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Lol, full disclosure: I have a lot of faults, I’m guilty of various and sundry things, but that particular type of picture is something I’ve never done nor would ever do! Even I can see how wrong that is!
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“My” East Asian tilde smuggling operation? What East Asian tilde smuggling operation? I can neither acknowledge the existence of nor confirm direct, personal knowledge of any such entity. I do, however, have a lot of snuggling action going on in a large yet undisclosed metropolitan city somewhere in eastern China. (Cough, cough.)
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Grrrrrrrrrrr.
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((((The rubes who come here on the tourist buses don’t KNOW they’re buying knockoffs, and are perfectly happy to spend top dollar after hearing my sales spiel, that’s the beauty of this! Grrrrrrr.))))
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Randy, how was I supposed to know you hid that thumb drive with all of your files on it in that old sock? 
You’re not supposed to be burning ANYTHING of mine! You’re under strict orders to stay out of my sock drawer, out of my room, off my floor, heck, you’re not even allowed above sub-basement level three! What’s going on around here anyway, are you related to some of the guards, or providing them with certain “favors” to get yourself released from designated seclusion areas and allowed into my private sanctum? Grrrrrrr.
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The sandwich kitchen is on sub-basement level two so I need to be up there to make sure they’re doing them right.
Hey, Emma, you’re doing that wrong, no butter in the pan, turn that knob all the way up. Randy’s grilled cheese sandwich isn’t done until you hear the smoke detector.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T listen to her, Emma! Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Emma, you’re doing well. Now, make sure the cheese also gets burned around the edges. We need to make that spray-on cheese a little crispy.
Mmm, now that’s a sandwich fit for Randy!
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Ok, what’s the catch? Livvie showing sympathy or empathy? To Randy D of all people? Neva gonna happen, I ain’t buyin’ it. Everybody knows that this is just another one of your tricks. Grrrrrrr.
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