I owe you an apology. I felt a smile spread across my face, a smile that I couldn't stop and didn't want to. He would have slaughtered the audience. I felt what he'd felt, and it was wondrous.
He said in that growling voice, They smell like food. Wait, I said. Something that should be better than sex, and they make you feel like you're at one of those places where you only get your food after you've listened to the sermon. Not make it worse.
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