The paradox of child love (GM).

The magic dragon seems to be on a roll. Today I had just another opportunity to experience the reason why some of us have come here for many years and would not want to change for anything in the entire galaxy. Having bought some groceries, my mother and I stand waiting in this line. Having a claustrophobic attack, or just being slightly impatient maybe, I move a little to the side to see what is going on. Only to discover, since everything else kind of faded away, next to the Palestinian customers in front of us, the most beautiful, little Arabian princess. Four years old, I would say, wearing what looks like a tracksuit, in red, but really isn't, and licking this red popsicle like her young life depended on it, her long, black hair dripping beautifully from her forehead. Drip, drip, drip. I really know what I like when I see it. Then it looked like something caught her attention, so she turns her back to me, revealing the word "PARADOX" on her adorable, little bottom. And how could anyone disagree. You would have to be completely out of your mind. How is it not one of life's greatest paradoxes that mother nature spawns such wonderful, yes, such sexy beings, and the fact that decent people are not allowed to make love to these, go anywhere near not being related. It is simply not right.

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