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I swear I'm so annoyed. I just need sex. He buys me all this jewelry, the glasses, the

dresses, the shoes. I'm so over it. I just need some sex. I swear I'm gonna fuck the

next thing that knocks on my door. I don't care what it is, who it is, or when. I just

fucking need it. If it's the milkman, I don't care. It could be the mailman. I don't know.

Shit, I might even order a burrito. Speaking of that, let me call you back.