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“next together”?
It must be the heady rush of afterglow which, in the case of rocks, has a half-life of many years.
First it was pet rocks, then it was rocks petting…what next?
Another classic! I love this. It’s kind of a twist on your flowers and trees series.
How do rocks determine each other’s gender? Or is that irrelevant because all rocks are gay? And if that’s true of _all_ rocks, does it even make sense to use the term “gay,” just as if every person is insane then no one is insane. I need some Tylenol…