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The winds of love

April 7th, 2003 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Looks like I’m not the only one who realizes that breaking wind is a sign of endearment. Pass me that burrito, please, I’m feeling affectionate.

In these troubling times, I enjoy sharing my love with strangers, in an attempt to brighten their day. I find the most moving way is inside an elevator, silently, but perceptibly. Going up?

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