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MP is Not a D If We All Like Each Other

So in my continuous effort to fend off loneliness and convince E that I am a good conversationalist for both of us (she doesn't talk much), I responded to one of her one line letters in which she asked a question in response to a question I asked her that she didn't answer until prompted by a few emails that started off with a single line subtly taunted her for not answering the original question.

The title is my next T-Shirt Idea.

Anyway, after ignoring my poking answer to my question that she didn't answer in the second email, she asked a question about the answer to the question I asked her that started the third email. So I responded...


I answer myself. Maybe you noticed (referring to the last email I sent )

She doesn’t get my literal sense of humor sometimes.

Yeah I know. Especially when she doesn’t answer a question and I speculate on the possible answers.

Yeah, she doesn’t always give the attention I crave all the time.

That’s your problem, being insatiable is not always a good thing.

Tell me about it.

Maybe completely open honesty isn’t always a good thing either.

?

Naaaaaaaaaaaaa 😜 😁

But we probably should send every conversation we have outside to people outside our head because people don’t get us.

So how do we share them?

We are sharing.

I mean with someone else.

What, I’m not good enough for us?

You know what I mean.

Yeah, but I can be sensitive too ya know 😉

Hey 🤔

We should get back to work now.

Oh do we have to?

Just got a few minutes, we’re leaving early today, remember?

Oh yeah, let’s go.

See ya.

See ya.

😁

Hl,
Me

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