Women Analyze. Men are Random. It’s a Curse.
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Last night Greg and I were lying in bed, both of us half asleep and taxed from the week’s debris, when all of a sudden he turned towards me and kissed me on the head. Seven times.
Last night Greg and I were lying in bed, both of us half asleep and taxed from the week’s debris, when all of a sudden he turned towards me and kissed me on the head. Seven times.
