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I'm split down the middle. I don't really like it when people I don't know hug me, pursuant to Clause A*. With my close friends, I would say there's always a good hug hello and a good hug goodbye, regardless of gender. I enjoy them, but I don't *think* I need them...or maybe I just get enough to maintain my hug factor. (I don't really like the fake hug too much...it's kind of like the guy who acts like he's jogging to cross the street when he blocking the intersection and you're trying to turn, but really he's just walking with a little extra vertical action and some exaggerated arm movement.)
Clause A: If I've been drinking with a group of people, when the hugs break out, I'm all about it. I regard it as a token of "Hope you make it wherever you're going alive. You know that crap we just ingested was poision, right? I mean, like fucking poision. Damn I like that crap. Glad you're alive, etc."
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You don't love me, you just love my piggy style
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