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Aug. 5th, 2011 05:27 am[Filter: Eliza]
Oh, come now, my dear. Won't you talk to me like an adult?
You've been terse and distant for weeks, now, and I waited for days for you to write again, the last time we talked seriously. It almost seems as though you're going out of your way not to confront some unspoken concern that lies between us. You avoid me at gatherings, you roll your eyes when you think I'm not watching, and, why, you barely say a word when I fuck you.
I do hate to be so frank, it's terribly tacky, but it would seem that you've become quite immune to my delicately assembled questions. Dearest, really, you must tell me ... have I done something to offend you?
Oh, come now, my dear. Won't you talk to me like an adult?
You've been terse and distant for weeks, now, and I waited for days for you to write again, the last time we talked seriously. It almost seems as though you're going out of your way not to confront some unspoken concern that lies between us. You avoid me at gatherings, you roll your eyes when you think I'm not watching, and, why, you barely say a word when I fuck you.
I do hate to be so frank, it's terribly tacky, but it would seem that you've become quite immune to my delicately assembled questions. Dearest, really, you must tell me ... have I done something to offend you?
