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I Was Fair-skinned In A Country That's About The Outdoors.

I Was Told I Had A Two Per Cent Chance Of Getting Pregnant, So I Say She's A Two Per Cent Baby.

If I Was In Sydney, I Love The Beach. Even Though I'm Incredibly Pale, I Put On These Terribly Long Unattractive Rashies, And People Laugh At Me. My Kids Laugh At Me. But That's What I Would Do.

I Credit Literature For The Reason I Act Because That Was The Door To Me Saying, ‘oh! I Can Be Somebody Else. I Can Exist As Someone Else.’

The Ancient Greeks, Poets, Authors And Philosophers All Puzzled Over The Question But Nobody Really Knows What Love Is - Including Me. Longing For Another Person Is An Exciting Mental Experience.