I've quit living without artificial lights. I stepped on my glasses last night. I couldn't see them lying on the floor at all in my dark living room. As a matter of course, the glasses got broken. My foot got cut as well. I've got nothing but the scrapped glasses and foot injury from the natural light dogma.The electric cables are an eyesore. However, I must thank them. 'Cause we couldn't light our step without them...
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I suspect you're lying about your reasoning for abandoning the experiment. You could have easily kept the project going by resolving to be more careful with your things- why give up?
I think your real motivation all along is that you were trying to attract the attentions of a certain lady with the initials NH, but when she didn't notice you gave up. Shame on you for lying to your readers!
You're very penetrating. Yes, I still remain interested in NH. Who can give up her lovely sizable tits?
The real reason has nothing to do with NH. But greatly with MS in Virginia. Guess about whom I'm talking.
I See NH every day. She comes to the snack bar where I work. But that is not why you turned the lights on, is it?
AT
How's it hanging, AT?
>I See NH every day. She comes to >the snack bar where I work.
Wow, it has made me green with envy. It is irresistible to watch her butt in tight pants. Take a candid shot with a spy cam. Please, please send it to me.
>But that is not why you turned >the lights on, is it?
No. The cessation of the practice is totally independet of NH.
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