“HOLA LOVERS. Remember, I am the wind beneath your wings. And you are the wind beneath mine. Except replace ‘you’ with ‘the natural zephyr of superb holiness in the Divine Church of LOPEZ.’ And then you. Except replace ‘you’ with ‘the dance.’ And THEN you, maybe. It always comes back to my lovers. Eventually. Even if it gets lost in the field of dreams. What are we talking about? Oh yes: LEGS. I have some.”
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