Are you stalking me? 'Cause you're starting to freak me out.
I appreciate how you make suggestions about the books you think I might like.. That is. when I voluntarily stop by your website.
I know you assume I have a baby at home due to the many diaper purchases I've made, but, really, you don't know me.
So, when you sent me an email suggesting it's time to move up to size 3 diapers, it weirded me out. Are you following me? Reading my thoughts? How do you know how big my baby is?
You need to back off.
Don't call me, I'll call you.
There are many things I really love about you, but if we're going to remain friends, you need to give me some space.
So, trusted and helpful Amazon, let's agree to meet on my terms, and I think we can get along. Just let me make my own decisions about my familiy's personal items, and we'll be ok.
Otherwise, like I said, you're freaking me out.
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