She was at her favourite author’s book launch. Nay, he was a literary god with a cannon to launch said book into the stratosphere.
Seated in the first row, she tugged at the hem of her miniskirt and adjusted her combat helmet. A notebook was perched on her knees—her readers needed to hear about this!
BOOM!
Off went the cannon. Where was the book? His false teeth were hurtling into the air but… no book. This had become quite the jaw-dropping event!
She hoped she would be lucky enough to finagle an autograph and a sloppy wet kiss afterwards.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
hahaha oh no !! 💖
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Yes, it’s all a bit wrong really… 😆
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right? hahhaahha
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It ensures of course nobody bites your lips or tongue by accident.
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Always a silver lining! 😋
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Sounds like it would be a VERY wet, sloppy kiss.😉
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Might even need some dry wipes or something! 🤣
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Lots of them…😆
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😆😋
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At first I thought “cannon” might be a play on “canon.” If you think about it, it works.
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You know, that never even occurred to me until you said that! And, yeah, you’re right!
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🤓
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😆
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A toothless kiss would be traumatizing, I’m thinking. And, now I feel shallow.
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No, you’re not shallow at all, Em. I don’t think I’d like that very much either! 🤣
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