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Thank you for a Freddy-Cougar childhood. Thank you for seeing another Valentine's Day. Thank you for the chocolate in the kitchen.
Thank you for that self-intimate, dark and cozy-soulful feeling that comes to me as I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, as I squint in the glow of the stained-glass night-lite above the sink.
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