There are only two kinds of people in the world—there are women
and there are not. I am not. I know this could be seen as a somewhat
narrowed perception of reality, but what can I say? I am a simpleton
and I love women. I danced with one once, a while back, but maybe
a little too long for the first time. And we had an egg hunt every day
but Easter. At least at the beginning. But then the reality check came
and called it all off, including Easter. Now there is a new egg-hunter
who does the dance exactly right, or at least that is what I have left
to believe. That and the Easter bunny.
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