Sex between two relative strangers is sort of like two tectonic plates moving past one another, deep underneath the ocean. One plate happens into another plate, there's a slight vibration, and then a brief, passionless burst of steaming magma bubbles that streams through a crack in the ocean floor and gurgles to the surface. By the time it reaches the rest of the world, it contains barely as much force or meaning as a fart in a swimming pool. No one will talk about the food. They will only talk about the smell.
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