Love and ice weasels

Good or bad, it’s never dull.

I love you, sweetie.

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Commented Monday January 8, 2007 at 19:00

“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra when suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”

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