When I was about three, my mom used to tease me about being a kissing bandit. Apparently I’d go around kissing everybody in sight (am afraid to think of what the singular indefinite pronoun “everybody” comprised in my case, really). Of course, I still love to kiss — the only difference is that since my toddler years I’ve become much more judicious. Oh, and of course, what’s also changed is precisely how I like to kiss these days.

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