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Post by doomey on Jun 9, 2020 0:59:55 GMT
Dearest Margie,
We examined the capital you sent. We want to throw it into the ring, but god fucking damn it! …Sorry, give me a moment. …
Okay, fuck my ass, damn it.
Margaret. We adore how you craft. You craft, and you craft some more. But, and I am sorry, we at TQR are looking for some crazy ass fucking shit. Marge, I am horrified to inform you we will not be highlighting your capital in our upcoming existence of TQR. Whatever TQR means. I may have once known what it meant, but no longer, cousin. To shove the tack deeper into the cork, we love what you do, but we just want something better. Sorry. I, Carol, will come over to your house and cook you a nice Italian dinner, if that’d make you feel better. And, totally, on the other side of this, I am absolutely sure that you could not give a shit if you got any publications in TQR, so…
Guess we are experiencing a love/hate relationship. Fucking awesome!
Boligard Doomey The Floor www.tqrstories.com
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