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Our conversation was going fine. Cracking jokes, discussing whether or not blue or black ink is better. You asked me for a pic of my feet, which I obliged, and you ended contact.
I was totally cool with it, but you crossed a line, pal. Sure, maybe I'm not a foot model, by my feet are fine. If you're whole end game was just to see my feet, I'm disappointed. Like, seriously, there's websites where you can like check out Ariana Grande's feet. You pulled my strings, and I feel abandoned.
Because of you, I'm never taking my socks off around men again!
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