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Sunday, 29 June 2014

A one-sided conversation I had with a woman on Twitter who later deleted her tweets to me


It was a shame she became frightened, but perhaps I was being weird and scary (again)? That she deleted her tweets to me intrigued me and I can imagine this exchange becoming even more tantalisingly mysterious the more time passes.

Why did I trouble to preserve this fragment? Probably because she said I blogged like an angry hedgehog, described my behaviour as "reprehensible", and I rather enjoy being told off. For some reason this and her "writerliness" endeared her to me while also confirming yet again the capriciousness and neurosis of most women.

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