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In college, the first few times we were together, my gf and I both cried during and after sex. We were deeply in love, and the emotions were overwhelming. Ironic thing is that our fights were extreme in the other direction. She once threated me with a butcher knife. Twenty years later I am often reminded of her by a scar on my left shin. Ouch.
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.
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