recently read in the Neon:
"slumped in my chair, my head - down slightly wrong - is out of my hand gesützt, I'm about to lose consciousness. My eyes are moist and melt before passion, my eyebrows move up and down in small waves, my lips are pursed in silly way, my breathing is mutated to a stuck-up sighing.
It is really something of pathetic. If George Clooney appears on the screen, I'm turning into a beagle.
But at least I'm not alone. "
laughed a lot
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