now the next person who kisses you will only have three degrees of separation between ick and their own mouth
See, Paul, the thing is that the next person who kisses me is going to be less concerned with the third-degree ick separation than with the fact that they'll be kissing a woman who's just gone into apoplexy from the utter shock of being kissed. I don't even think I remember how it's done.
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