| Love and Annoyance This annoying woman is the woman that I love. The woman that I love is annoying. You could say my love and my annoyance are one and the same woman. And she would say that I can be as annoying as hell. She loves me too, you see. It’s not that we love to annoy each other — though we do annoy each other, and we do love each other too. It’s more like we annoy each other out of love — right out of love and almost into the arms of another. But then we love each other out of annoyance — right out of annoyance and back into love and each other’s arms. Paul Hostovsky |
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