Ok Shmataleh, those lips will be mine again, I know cuz the Magic 8 Ball, the gypsy woman who sells Love Potion Number 9, Pasqualina and some brunette with long legs, dark eyes and whose name rhymes with yours said so.
Damn if I am not ridiculously tired, over tired for certain, Oy.
But anyway, I can't argue with the wheels of fate and destiny. woohoo!
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