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"Romance is in the air, can you feel it? It is breathing its hot sticky breath down your neck, but beware; for every ocean of lovers there must be a vessel, for there is no voyage without a steed. If you treated your relationships more like a boat, you would probably have found port by now. Alas still afloat, lost at sea, you have learned a frightening truth; all fish tastes the same. It is time to eat your final shrimp and head for the coast. I have seen your future and you will be remembered for an inability to swim unless you shape up and start trying to float. Swim for the fences and remember; it's okay to open your eyes underwater."

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