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I Wanted To Show You That It's Not All Cold And Intimidating," Finn Explained. "i Wanted You To See Something Warm And Beautiful.

No! If You Die, I Die! You Asked Me To Spend Forever With You, And I'm Going To!

Every Man Would Fall In Love With Their Voice, Their Lovely Appearance, But No Man Would Ever Get Past That. They'd Never Really Know The Girls For Who They Actually Were, Never Really Love Them. It Would Be Impossible For Any Of The Four Girls To Ever Really Fall In Love And Be Genuinely Loved In Return.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

I Tended To Hate People That Hit Me In The Head Without Warning.