One of the weird things about blogging is that you end up knowing a lot
of really intimate details about people you've never met (sometimes, it
must be said, details I'd care to not know). People write about poop,
odd sexual proclivities, body odor – it doesn’t leave much of a sense
of mystery.
And then there's those bloggers that maybe write about those things, but maintain a deep cover that the CIA would envy.
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