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The seesaw jumper caressed the bark of the trees he felled. Climbed right to the top and kissed them from every branch. There was no need to disguise it because his friends thought he gripped the trunk in fear. And if they thought this made him a sissy, they were impressed that he climbed trees so often when it obviously terrified him.

He kissed meat when he ate it. Thank you for your life. I’m sorry I’m eating you. This he did disguise. It was the gentlest of kisses. Gentle as two kisses his wife gave him the first time they were intimate, one just to the right of his mouth and one just to the right of that. He kissed his food more gently than he kissed his wife.

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