Life is puncuated with kisses. Starting with Mama's kiss, we go on to peck, buss, smack, smooch, air kiss, kiss and tell, kiss and not tell.
     Lipstick kisses lurk on the mirror; letters arrive sealed with a kiss. First kisses lead to goodnight kisses. We accept the kiss of peace, suffer the kiss good-bye.
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