Yours Truly, Cammie

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Do you remember that one time when we walked in on your ex-boyfriend sleeping with a blow-up doll?

Because I do. And I also remember copping a feel of your ass when you jumped straight off his balcony.

Hands down, the best part of that night.

Except the chocolate chips. ; )

P.S. Yes, I made it. Hot as hell, like always.

P.S.S. I have my ways, Cammie.

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Miss you. No, I don’t remember that one time when we walked in on my ex-boyfriend with a boll-up doll. What kind of things are you imagining over there?

Work sucked tonight.

P.S. I wrecked your car. Oops.

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I’ve been imagining all sorts of stuff…

You miss me? Does that mean you like-like me still?

Work sucks here, too. Why did work suck? Tell me about it.

P.S. Nice try. I know you better than that.

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Do I still like-like you? *shrugs* You’ll just have to find out when you come home… ; )