I lurk in parks and rummage through ashtrays to find cigarettes that aren't completely smoked out. Bonus points if they have lipstick. It's like having a relationship.
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”
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