Dear Sweat,
You really kill my lady-like image... Thanks for cooling me down, but could you figure out a way to run down the INSIDE of my body?
Love,
Lynna
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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