Shy Shy holds hidden expressive treasures, slow-to-surface charm, but if you’re not going to marry or get stuck on a train with that, who cares? Better to soak it in gin and let it impersonate the quipster, the raconteur, modest measures for monster returns, like a bald guy’s hairpiece or a woman’s new breasts, instantly improving our sense of something, just don’t call it self.
- Michael Milburn
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