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the silent treatment...

Cami Kaos

05 Oct 2010

....

So yeah. It's not like I'm trying to give you the silent treatment, babies. It's just that....

Yeah.

I have nothing to say to you right now.

I mean I have a lot to say. A whole lot. A ton. I could go on and on and on for hours.

For days! Weeks maybe.

I have been known to prattle on.

But yeah. Nothing.

You know how I said I wasn't trying to give you the silent treatment? I may be wrong.

It's not me, internets. It's you...

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