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Reflections On A First Date She stammers a lot, and it's kind of endearing, but you can already see (or hear actually) how eventually it would get on your nerves. How some day you might take a fist to her face or a firm hold while she's bathing and maim her lung with bath water, adjust her body to a bloated corpse. Suddenly, you realize you could spend the rest of your life behind bars, selling pieces of yourself for cigarettes and yard priveleges. So, instead of asking her out on another date, you say: we'll have to do this again sometime, and she nods, her head bobbing up-and-down up-and-down up-and-down like a plastic jack-in-the-box and the music starts pounding and your palms get itchy, but you hold it in while she makes her escape, while she closes the car door and its like closing a lid on an otherwise, what could have been, a relatively pleasant evening.
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