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72 Dear Customer Thank you for drinking and buying responsibly the idea of yourself still existing within an online virtual, vanilla-crushed garden. Do you realize how serendipitous do you realize how awash in us we always are, it’s always you and I here under the glittering scales alligator hand bags, pink boots and hydrangeas born Windex blue. I can’t decide if I’m crying or having an orgasm, the earth last night to me in my dream as we made love. Inside I still feel 18, but my rivers are drying up. We were interrupted by the mailman another crate of special offers. We’d like to thank you for accepting the personal we, for getting intimate with a machine and naughty yes Oh yes thank you too for answering to the impersonal you called out of a cloudbank for disappearing as you say yes 73 here I am here I am not the mowed lawn the waffles the ballgame the kids Baby, it’s good to be us, isn’t I? ...

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