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I love the delivered quietly
Decades of introspection and I still don’t fully understand it: Seeing boobs lights up my brain and makes it happy. Your boobs. Anyone’s boobs. Boob-like things.
It’s like Little Dot, friend of Richie Rich and her obsession with dots. It just is.
Because they’re boobs.
Isn’t that reason enough?
