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 I have no idea what to do. 18 years of doing nothing and it still surprises how little I know how.

Bridgerton has too much sex. It was all very beautiful and passionate but mostly funny and entertaining. I could sympathetize with many characters. I am illegitimate myself. A femal rake if there ever was none. Actually been sort of apprehensive now if I still know how to do such a natural act.

I sympathize with the writer who writes gossip. I do. There is no reason to read my journal whatsover though. I can only advice on what to do when you have TOO MUCH spare time and even so my resourfulness runs thinner than I could be had I not the mood drugs.

Fucky fuckersson for realz. I grow more bored than I can shed tears from yawning or scratch my hairy jaw. It is a curse. To be of no use. Who cares about my turn of phrase when they cannot bear themselves to turn another page?

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