What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
Oh, JGL, how I love you so! You and your dreamy face and your perfectly toned body. You are both funny and serious, know when to laugh at your self and when to settle down. You are dress impeccably and you know how to make all guy-lovers swoon! I would say I love you again, but I’m too busy fanning myself off from all the heat you bring!
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Get in loser, we’re getting health insurance.
I love you, health care!
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I love you, PO-TAY-TOES! You are so full of starch! You are yummy when mashed or fried! I love you with garlic and butter! Or in stews! I could nom nom you ALL. DAY. LONG!
Damn. I love potatoes!
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I love Lilo and Stitch. Like, fer realz.
I want to do this to Daphne
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