I am no hugger of men,
but when wind unexpectedly lifts my hair,
I welcome a masculine shoulder for support.
It's why I took your arm to cross the street
Thanks for the invitation to visit the mountain behind your house.
Some other time, perhaps. I must travel down to Chile, in the morn.
Before I do, I have a few things to tell you.
Let your guests go home, first.
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