I rarely don't remind people of someone. I melt and meld and mold myself into someone they knew when they were eight, or their first girlfriend, or their nanny, or their old English teacher, or a waitress they had on their first date with their dead husband, or a person they met just yesterday, or a woman in a movie
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It was nice.
Next time I go...I'll kidnap you in my suitcase.
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