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He ran screaming "I love you."
She whispered, doe-eyed "What?"

hI love you. I can't make it any clearer than

that."
"Do you love me like an alone morning
on a cool spring day?"

"Almost by definition."
"Do you love me like that last
spoonful of an extra. large bowl
of oatneal with cinnamon and
milk?"

til love you like an unprecedented income tax
return ...

"A new Pancho Conzales tamlis bal~, a
recently dried coat onatex enamel
on the house?" she asked.
Precisely!" He said.
"Lacquer your love to the door with
spit... And with that and without that
she walked out.
"But I love you." He whispered.

Jerry A. Hobbs