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Smiles galore, hand holding giggles and frantic touches, murmurs of sour emptiness, eyes watch in amazement at the trickless magicians. They soar on wings of their own demise they think us fools not knowing of their folly. "we got them good," they say. Now for the finale they say three words that the cosmos themselves have not used..BRAVO!!! Envy and jealousy are thrown like flowers on a stage their seeked reward gained. Instead of bows they prance and dance at the close of thier climax I must admit they put on one hell of a show.
