I hope you know that Jonno and I talk about you all the time–especially those of you we’ve never met in person. We’ll be sitting on opposite sides of the living room, talking about how so-and-so must be feeling randy, or how someone‘s in a particularly chipper mood, or how you-know-who is so pensive these days or thingummy‘s a bit angry or whatchamadoodle‘s feeling homicidal or Miss Thing‘s just a mess.
You’re like our very own real-time version of The Sims. Or tamagotchi. Or sea-monkeys.
You’re like porn with out the messy clean-up.
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