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May a bolt of lightning strike me down if I ever tell a story with a point.
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Under the stars, Rodrigo took a drink and Picknar said, “I don’t think hormones affect us Tiths in the same way. I’ve never experienced anything like it. To Val, those feelings probably would have felt so mild she would’ve totally ignored them. But to me they were a full blown orchestra blasting in my ear.” In silence, they both looked up at the stars. Then Rodrigo said, “When I was a boy, I was in a group on earth called the Boyscouts. we were on a hike in the woods, and me and another boy, Roger, snuck off. After we’d wandered for a while and I asked him if he wanted to kiss. I was shocked when he agreed. It was the most beautiful magical day in the woods I’d ever had.” Not pleasantly perplexed, Picknar said, “Is there a point to this story?” Grinning, Rodrigo said, “Heh. I certainly hope not.”
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