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Love is like the measles. Once you catch it, it starts spreading like wildfire. First, the itch, then the ugly zits and finally the scars. Those nasty pockmarks reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug can cause serious damage to the patient.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
Love bug
Love is like the measles. Once you catch it, it starts spreading like wildfire. First, the itch, then the ugly zits and finally the scars. Those nasty pockmarks reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug can cause serious damage to the patient.
sofia-kioroglou
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
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