he knew it.  
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		something was in the way, and being a pig
		(that he knew for certain, having had it
		drilled

		into him by every chinese restaurant placemat
		for decades on), therefore, chivalrous, he knew
		the best suddenly became
		much more temperate and,

		hmmm, how to put it, he fumbled in his mind as
		they walked alongside, not touching,

		suddenly became calmer, sadder.

		you can't not want to kiss a girl's hair
		all over
		on a dime -- even golden retrievers can't do that,
		he thought ruefully, but he only asked:

		would you like my sweater?  i come from a cold
		country...


			Marek Lugowski
			9 September 1997
			Chicago