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My old girlfriend wasn't a warm person; in fact she was cold. I couldn't make her commit, to anything; she was vaporous. She used to be so full of life, vivacious, lively; you know? She turned leaden, dead in spirit, and ghostlike. She doesn't get on well with Stephanie, or Julie, or Miranda, my current--living--girlfriends. Why not let sleeping dogs lie? But no. And nobody's getting any sleep, around here. We broke up BEFORE she died. Doesn't that count for something?
Date Written: March 18, 2006
Author: Master Bates