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Dear Mr. Motorcyle Man

I really don't know why you are talking to me. Better yet flirting with me. For one : your motorcycle is cute but it looks like a 10 speed. You called it Vintage right? UMHM ....    Two : we have ridden this elevator in silence for about 2 months now, and NOW you want to talk. I really don't know what it is about me that makes people think I'm super friendly, because trust me I'M NOT. Telling me to hop on your bike since I have my riding boots on was ssooooo * slow claps* original. Now don't get me wrong you are HHHHHHAAAAAWWWWTTTTT, but I can't deal with my hunny, Mr.Elevator man, and YOU! Its just not that much of me to go around. Now listen tomorrow when we get back on this elevator, I want you to look at the numbers go down like you used to. None of that cute hair, nice blah blah blah, do you blah blah blah, my name is blah blah blah. NO! I started talking to one man and a blog as created. I do NOT need to add another one. 

xoxoxoxo

I charge $150 for each conversation, 1st are always free

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