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Love is like an overripe fruit: it smells kind of funny but tastes okay once you really start getting messy.

There is little that can't be traced back to our childhood memories. Specifically, that time I shat in the fruit aisle of TESCO.

Life is much like a TED talk. One strides across a stage for a time, hands in pockets to hide your erection, hoping only to be remembered.