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Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

Some girls walk by giggling.

Some girls walk by giggling. One of them asks if I have a condom. I say, “I do, but it’s my last one, so we’re going to have to share it.”

People are gossiping to me.

People are gossiping to me. I don’t know whether to feel glad they’re not talking ABOUT me or worried this is the first time it’s happened.