How did I ever sleep alone

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Haha this is very interesting. I am going to post an old poem I have on here tommorow, it has a similar theme. How we use the word love where we should use f***. "I f*** you, baby." "Oh, I f*** you too."
Good call. Love is a moral cushion that lets the teens do it.

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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites