I’m only human. And sometimes, like all humans, I’ve sent
some regrettable text messages when I’ve been out late at night.
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“I want to be inside you.” –Sent to the Powell’s
Symphony Hall Box Office, 10.2.2011, 2:02 a.m.
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“Dungeon Master … this is Dragon. Permission to
roll the dice?” – Sent to ElfPrincess69, 2.14.2007, 8:01 p.m.
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“FYI, I’m at a dinner and my elbows are ON THE
TABLE!!!” –Sent to my grandmother, 6.23.2009, 5:35 a.m.
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“I’m not filing a Schedule SE and I’m claiming
my laptop as a business expense even though I never even checked my email.” –
Sent to my accountant, 4.14.2011, 3:11 a.m.
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“You the man” –Sent to myself, every morning
2002
