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  <description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family: courier new; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px;&quot;&gt;A &quot;Glasgow kiss&quot; is when you take a pint glass in one hand and them smash it into someone&apos;s mouth. A &quot;French kiss&quot; is when you kiss someone on the lips and then tongues become involved. And a &quot;Brazilian kiss&quot;, well, I don&apos;t know. I take my notepad, like a student. I close my eyes. I imagine strolling down Teodoro Sampaio Street, sky the colour of roses. Cars rush by in glints. I meet someone. He smells of mint. I kiss him on the lips and then we become untethered, floating. Our lips separate. I&apos;ll never see him again. I am drawn upward - past hot trees, lampposts, into the rose sky. Past car-horns, yowling cats, the sounds of riots and love-making. I&apos;m brought up past the smog, to where the satellites spin. We rush by in glints.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description>
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