“When I first began writing to you way back when, I soon began having similar dreams of my shirt just bamphing out of existence – much to my quickly scrambling-to-avoid social embrassment.
I guess that means that my love for this man is equivalent – if not more so – to the original love that I had for you?
And also, it seems that the inadvertent baring of breasts signifies my vulnerable heart is again being displayed uncomfortably wide open.”
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