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To Karen, Hants, 50s, willing to relocate ....

You are starving me. For your information, you are starving me as I type. I cannot surround myself any longer. Everybody has their opinion, some people disagree on certain subjects, but you are starving me, utterly. It's hard to tell what's what, due to the nature of not knowing more about it. I am now widely dangerous; I am now especialising. I don't know anything about what you are doing to me. I am questioning death because proper precautions were not taken. My style is far from intimate. I won't get involved because I realise too much.

Blocking you from now. Delete bitch.

Andrea Gainsborough