I think my email account is filtering you out and in my technological haze I've no idea how to stop it from deciding things on my behalf.
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4 comments:
At this point it's probably a good thing that you email has so wisely cut me out of your life.. The last message I sent you was plump with bitter contempt, self-loathing and an alcohol fueled rage that could only be described as disquieting.
The last time a woman ignored me like this I fell in love. There is nothing like the deafening sound of silence and a superior character unconcerned with my existence to get my attention.
Seriously, if you would start flirting with one of my friends I could be sifting through your trash by the end of the week.
And you thought I was joking about the restraining order.
I've resent Saturday & Sunday this morning. Apparently you're being filtered and I'm being censored... it's a two-way street. No need to start sifting the trash just yet. I'm not ignoring, just trapped behind a wall of zeros and ones. (At sixes and sevens... ) I hope you'll resend the bitter contempt too. I'm interested in that part just as much.
I don't know how to fix it.
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I got yours successfully at the address above, and resent mine from that address too. After waiting so long for it, it can only be anticlimactic...
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