Occasionally, or, more than occasionally, a deeply passionate woman carefully peruses profiles and comments here and stops in thought and says to herself something like, if only… or … I wonder what it would be like… but then is deluged with all the reasons in her head why she could not… but then, instead of pushing herself away from the computer, she sighs… and mustering the threads of hope and warmed by her rememberings of secret fantasies and dark hidden dreams, she presses on… narrowing her vision into the words of another profile… wondering….

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