We come, we go, we come again, shedding one skin of a personality for another. Who shall I be this time? Clearly I've run the gamut, from a sleezy sarcastic tramp with little to no morals, to a rather nice, quiet woman. The latter was as exciting as dry toast, the former was, in retrospect, not a very good idea, so I shall endeavor to find a
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