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“Sex is where the thinking stops so that the single best thing that's ever happened to you keeps happening unto you think you might explode. And then you do. It's only after, when your sweat is drying and you're regaining the feeling in your toes that you realize you're some sort of miracle. What else do you call going to pieces without falling apart?”

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Love & Other Carnivorous Plants

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