She, career-minded, independent and bordering on fat. He, insipid in his handshake and fond of wearing ladies’ underwear. They made the kind of love that would bring tears to your eyes if only you could bring yourself to watch until the very end. She, sobbing with the sadness of an uncleansed soul. He, panting proudly like a lion that had just killed its first zebra.
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