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hey you! what's with this? i'm getting fuckin' paranoid here! i emailed you, like, THRICE and no response! i wrote you a letter, the good old fashioned way! and still you don't reply! why are you doing this to me? are you MEANING to torture me?

you know i had a dream about you last night. you lived in a lemon yellow cottage wedged between two big brick buildings, maybe brownstones, maybe just apartment blocks. your sunny cottage was small and cute. i surprised you, showed up at your car or something. my hair was a mess, and i tried tying a bandana around it to make it look normal. i looked different, too. i apologized for looking like a 50 year old lesbian. you weren't with HIM, apparently; i couldn't really tell. you talked about being a bit tired of dating, so i can only assume you and he had finished.

i kept waking up and going back to sleep, and always back to you again. that's how much this is plaguing me! RSVP!!! RSVP MAINTENANT!!

don't make me obsess.

oh, i'll obsess alright.

just you wait and see.