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I can say with certainty I would have burst into tears at that point. And then thrown up.
The closest I have come to that is a gnat in my wine...which isn't actually close at all.
I was so hoping your title was a figure of speech.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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