There was a short period in my life when I took my favorite album covers and thumb-tacked them on the wall of my room. The “No Dice” cover was strategically placed so that every morning when I woke up She was pointing directly at me. I spent an awful lot of time trying to figure out exactly where bead ended and breast began, and I still don’t consider that time wasted.
Later on I was somewhat upset that my otherwise pristine (and otherwise quite valuable) copy had a hole in the cover, but I suppose I got my money’s worth.
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