Well, as I sit here this Christmas night, I can think about anything but affection. I am not talkinga about affection from my children nor am I talking about friendly affection.. I am talking about pickles and the fact that I can't get my jar of pickles open. Okay, maybe I am not talking about pickles. I am trying to sublimate that idea of coitas and the fact that it has been WAY too long for me. I am not desperate mind you - I just have to shout this out ------AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! I can't...
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