Then someone gives you a thing. And you wonder how you have lived this long without it. Now I can actually, physically hurl an F-bomb. Not that I have in recent memory refrained from saying #@&* when the situation calls for it. But now I can do both at the same time! Or in the presence of those whose delicate hearing might be bruised by uttering the F-bomb, I can now conveniently bean someone with it. I didn't know I needed this but in her wisdom Andrea did know. This is why I love her.
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