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  Во избежание недопонимания, как вариант предлагаю встретиться и поговорить на эту и другие философские темы.   !!!

I never give my real name at support groups.
The little skeleton of a woman named Chloe with the seat of her pants hanging down sad and empty, Chloe tells me the worst thing about her brain parasites was no one would have sex with her. Here she was, so close to death that her life insurance policy had paid off with seventy-five thousand bucks, and all Chloe wanted was to get laid for the last time. Not intimacy, sex.
What does a guy say? What can you say, I mean.

Normal times, I'd be sporting an erection. Our Chloe, however, is a skeleton dipped in yellow wax.