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I always thought of myself as a Yin person, the shady, mysterious, American transcendental wood-lands side of the mountain; whereas Yang the sunny and bright, full-blast side, was not my bathing suited. She said I need more Yin. She was going to Yin me up. Who would have guessed that too strong is bad. A strong heart-beat is what you want, strong passion. A good strong appetite or sexual desire is what you want. Is this a first strong disaffection? I got strong-armed. So I again flirted in every way, and tried to make my myself most ingratiateable. I have been a bitter-disappointment to her. She had a forsake-attack when she found out how old I was. She was equally flabbergasted when she found me dome chromed. And now I have enough Chi and Yang to kill a horse, as they used to say. Still I have hopes, and she has not been discouraging. So if I am in love; better to love even et al illusion, than not any love at all is motto-mine.

"Woe-Joe, again out at the lake, she said Hello to you." "She doesn't say anything to me. Course I don't say anything to her. I been looking at her. She seems interesting." "She says hello to me." "Everybody says hello to you Joe. People even say hello to me when I'm with you, who wouldn't otherwise. Look, she just briefly talked to Breeze". "Where?" "Down there". "I am going to ask her as she comes by." "Is the woman in shorts married?" "Yes". "Oh well, Joe - another lost love. There is something about her voice - mysterious."

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