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Thank you for clarifying that sir!
Did you stay in your chair, or did you fall on the floor with laughter?
Does that mean there isn't any trouble "going down" other than on stairs?
Hee hee.
Well thank goodness it's only the stairs that pose a problem!
That's why I prefer love in an elevator.
"Lucky I can still get off on escalators."
It's funny that it's the 'going down' that's always the problem and not the 'going up'?
I once got the worst burns of my life when I let the sun go down on me. Never again.
Go down, Moses.
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