Dear Lover,
You know how Diane Keaton just melts.
Whenever she is taken into the leading man's arms.
And is kissed.
Her knees turn to jello.
Her shoulders sag.
Her neck falls back, heavy.
Her arms wrap around the man's neck.
Holding on for dear life.
I have a feeling you'll have that sappy, slapstick sort of effect on me, too.
Love,
Me.
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