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| Mare Serenitatis |
“What is the meaning
of life, dear?” he asked with a naughty look on his face. “Is it the two of us
touching each other, up and down?”
She had a severe cold and was certainly not
geographically motivated.
“The meaning of life?”
He nodded
enthusiastically.
“Well, it’s having a
sweet hot chocolate, and a bitter chocolate for when I need to bite my tongue,”
she said crisply.
“What about me?” he
pleaded.
“You don’t taste like
chocolate. You taste like… damped cereals.”
“Damped cereals?!” he
asked.
To which she rolled
her eyes and said, “Ok, pass the bitter chocolate.”
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