When I spoon, I don’t want to be face first in the discarded hair cells of some other person several thousands miles away. When I am giving you the bidness, to the 16th degree, and I reach to pull your face back, I don’t want to come back with a hand full of hair in my hand. When I am granted entry to the dirty dug out for the first time, I don’t want you to pull back your lace-front and expose to me eddie munster.
It’s just not fair …
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