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Oh the love in the room from both sides is just so thick, it's like an all encompassing fog.
Or it could be just a lotta hot steam from everyone. Can't really tell at this point, but it sure is relaxing.....
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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