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Not a lot of new intros, but I see activity, so I'm here. I'm Jaelyn (Jae), 42 yo (very disappointed that I did not get the answers to life, the universe, and everything on my b-day), and crazy af. 

Found the boards when i went looking for the site bc i'm on a new med. Sad the site is gone, glad to be here with yall fellow nutters. 

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We have the answer, we just need the question! A warm welcome to you. Feel free to contact me or another moderator if you need help with anything.


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