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What're you sayin', huh?
That I'm some sort of exhibitionist? Is that what you're saying? That right now, as I type, I've got my willie hanging out the window, is that what you're saying?
Well, I'm not. At least, not right now.
Okay, fine, maybe it's not the most private of places to jot down one's innermosts, but if I think people are reading it I'm more likely to update it.
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