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My name is Septimus Warren Smith. I'm 40 years old, single. I live alone with my Mother and a flock of sheep in a secluded castle in Switzerland. I think this is pretty much it. I'm a virgin (the sheep don't count). I would like to meet people to chat and who knows...

I ask of everyone to listen to what I have to say n the name of the creator. My name is Saffron, using my good friend Ali's email account. I am widely known for being the wife of the time master himself, the timelord. I am asking you to help me. You see, i'm kind of in a little predicament. The timelord is worried that someday I will die and ascend into the afterlife without him. To make him not worry over a mortal like me, I am looking for anyone who has any money to lend so that I may lenghthen my life span, or perhaps allow me to live forever. Please contact Ali at this email if you have any idea.
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Eilis says you won't respond - & I respect you wish to cease all contact - but it's cathartic.

We had a "date", if that's what it was, you said you didn't want a boyfriend. I understood & kept my distance at January. You were so odd & gave so many mixed signals that by the time Dix intervened I was a nervous wreck. The news itself pissed off & embarrassed me to the extent that I spent months a waste, incapable working.

I get why ignoring's a good policy, but I'd hoped you'd be friends like you said you wanted. Later you seemed to want to talk to me but didn't do anything about it other than stare at me from the corridor.

Honestly, I just needed to stop feeling crap & talk to you. Hence my texts over summer & suggesting a meetup so insistently. Even then you were hard to converse with, causing more anxiety than you're worth. Maybe you thought I wanted more than you're willing to give? I didn't. I don't want your love.

I'm sorry for being an obsessive shite. Clearly we'll never talk like ordinary people - even though we hardly know each other. If you decide it's not too awkward... message me.

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