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a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
this would be when you would wait for someone to yell, “Get a room!”
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I guess. I kiss my wife goodbye on the train every morning when she gets off several stops ahead of me.
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That is sweet, Adam. We had one woman at work whose husband picked her up every afternoon. He got out of the car, opened the door, gave her a kiss….and we would all yell, “Get a room!” It became our little joke.
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