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scarlatti.I talked briefly about something I really enjoy doing, a conversation that was prompted by a recent post from someone else.
She didn't know what was involved, not in detail at least. I described it. In detail.
It seems that I've gone too far. I've seriously squicked her.
I thought I could tell her anything. Apparently I was wrong. Now she thinks I'm sick and weird.
But if we're going to have any long-term future, it's something she'll just have to accept about me.
I like haggis. That's just the way it is. And I don't think I can change.
