 I'm fucking well obsessed with you, you bitch. I can't stop.
--Good.
You fucking bitch.
--Yes. I am. Your fucking bitch.
Tell me what you're thinking, [O]. I want to know. Tell me!
--I will. Hold me down. Hold me down first, and I will.
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You know when sometimes you hold a picture up and despite the lack of detail, the grain of the film, the darks too dark and the light too light, you just stare at it, hoping somehow you'll see just a little bit more?
That's what I'd do with this, snapshot.
Yours,
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