Why do I like history? I shall tell them instead HOW I like history.
I like to make love to it in the dead of night. I like to lick its face in the mid of day. I like to carry it around in a big purse and pet its fuzzy head. I like to hold it in my lap during long flights. I like to wrap it in pastry and eat it for dinner. I like to wear it as earrings. I like to feed it truffles. I like to crack it open and sleep inside it. I like to groom it with French lavender. I like to hold it when I cry. I like to overestimate its value.
How's that?
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