Me:
Do you want a kiss in the middle of this street,
in the center of a jammed traffic intersection,
in the middle of busy rail road,
in the middle of flights takeoff lane,
in the middle of a war zone,
or simply on a shady surface of the moon?
She:
I want some ice, ice with water, ice tea, ice cream....
Anything to cool down!
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