Mun is desperate to put her out there - she's not impressed.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please.

You mean to tell me that you dragged my cookies all the way over to this site here just so maybe, MAYBE someone would talk to me?

That's...actually pretty sad. Not sad because I'm lonely, boo-hoo - I'm not like that, not anymore. But sad for you, sitting there with your sad puppy dog eyes, tapping at your keyboard and worrying, worrying, worrying.

I've got some news for you.

NO ONE CARES.

You're sick, aren't you? Shouldn't you be resting, instead of beating a dead horse?

Or dead frog, I guess.

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[bookofjohn]

[Here is someone. He did not know you but now he does since his writer is telling him things but.

...It's just confusing and some days it's hard to think.]

...I...beg to differ.

[sandradeed]

[You ring a bell. It's faint and quiet, but even still. She's not Tamara anymore...not really]

...You're saying you care? Really?

[bookofjohn]

...I do.

And so do they, they have to. And that's not bad.

[sandradeed]

You don't even know me, pal.

...I guess not. But I'm not really used to people giving a flying rat's ass about me.

[bookofjohn]

No.

I suppose I don't. [but god you look familiar.] I just think there's little and less caring in the world the way he made it.

[sandradeed]

Mmm.

I got the short end of the stick in the caring category.

Kind of why I'm here.

[She does look familiar, doesn't she? Just another sinner, only farther gone than you....]