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I'm willing to believe it.
Would I be turned on by darkness and lack of heat?
I'm a sex-obsessed hairy Jew who thinks too much: I'd get horny if the lightbulb burned out in my apartment. Housebound in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but shag and eat leftover klippfisk? I could probably repopulate the steppes of Outer Mongolia....
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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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