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you can call her shirley

shirley had not been out on a date in years. even though she was personable and outgoing (not gratingly so) and even though she had the appropriate combination of physical protrusions and recessions with associated flaps and nipples of an average human female she was lonely. she longed for companionship. she had often been told that her biggest failing was not having a man. then one day an email changed the course of shirley’s life so drastically it’s almost as if the author was hallucinating as he scripted her life, transplanting her into a world so devoid of any historical context was downright disconcerting for her. the email that changed her life came via her sister joyce. apparently a hot new sensation called internet dating had been making a big splash with the gals in the typing pool.

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