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You should check for any Miss Spellings.
While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:
First Winter Snow, The (1976)
by Richard Brautigan
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped
yourself in the wrong body. Twenty
extra pounds hang like a lumpy
tapestry on your perfect mammal nature.
Three months ago you were like a
deer staring at the first winter snow.
Now Aphrodite thumbs her nose at you
and tells stories behind your back.