So...I'm an intellectual whore. I know this, she knows this, and that's unlikely to change. And I don't really mind. At some level I know this is bad, but I don't see the actual problem if there are no misconceptions. And to paraphrase, she just made a nerds night.
Ahh, to the hells with it. I can act well enough, I hope at least, that no one who doesn't need to know can find out the specific details. Still better than the past [redacted] months.
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