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05.23.00 One more thought for today. Should you ever accidentally gouge out part of your upper wrist on an end table, and then the next day inadvertently rub that wrist into a perfume soaked counterpart, never EVER explain the subsequent round red inflamed mess as, "Oh, that's where my husband put out his cigarette last night." While it might amuse the crap out of you, most people just don't find that funny. Trust me on this one.
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