Dearest Algorithm,

Sexy Hermit
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read

Love is a funny thing, my sweet. I feel like you know me better than anyone but, somehow, this is wrong. What I’m saying is I’m not sure you really know what’s best for me. What’s best for us.

Oh sure, you can anticipate my every need from washing machine parts to USB cords, Inkjet cartridges to Larabars, but still, something is missing. As wonderful as this has been, I can’t help but feel as though I am nothing special to you…

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