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Me. But I'm kind of an addict. Usually once I get a taste of a girl, nothin' else happens until she pushes my head away and whimpers.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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