“Look where you’re going,” I said in my mind, “What’s the problem anyway with your kind? Sometimes it seems that all of you are blind? Your manners in traffic quite odd I find. It’s like the whole world is for you designed. Why don’t you ever look where you’re heading?…

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Hey, is love a bit like The Great Attractor? Nay, it’s mainly about the nerve growth factor. But I don’t want to be left alone! With all that excess testosterone? Tell me about some fine specimen. Most of them are filled with estrogen. Is there still room for dopamine? Only…

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