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~sucking up paragraphs from books and spitting them into the part of my mind that allows a little love-filled mush:
'no surprise that when they met in the swimming pool of the del monte hotel, staring at each other through the fine net that separated the sexes, they fell in love. they met that very night, on the balcony, away from her chaperones, and i am told my mother wore the latest paris fashion: a live beetle, iridescently winged, attached to her dress with a golden chain. "i'll kiss you," my father whispered to her, shivering with love. the beetle, green and metal, scampered on her bare shoulder, then tried to take flight. "i'll do it, i'll kiss you this moment," he insisted, but did nothing, so she took him by the handles of his muttonchops and brought his lips to hers. the beetle tugged at its leash and landed in her hair. her heart exploded.'
'no surprise that when they met in the swimming pool of the del monte hotel, staring at each other through the fine net that separated the sexes, they fell in love. they met that very night, on the balcony, away from her chaperones, and i am told my mother wore the latest paris fashion: a live beetle, iridescently winged, attached to her dress with a golden chain. "i'll kiss you," my father whispered to her, shivering with love. the beetle, green and metal, scampered on her bare shoulder, then tried to take flight. "i'll do it, i'll kiss you this moment," he insisted, but did nothing, so she took him by the handles of his muttonchops and brought his lips to hers. the beetle tugged at its leash and landed in her hair. her heart exploded.'