It always happens to me. Time and time again. I should be used to it by now. Yet I'm not. I'm not becasue I still desire it so badly. Almost more than anything. Almost more than... what Jill, Brittany, Ann, Katie, Kerron and I have in common. And I still, even to this day, naively hope and wish that every time it will really be truth. But it rarely
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