Years ago, I rode up in an elevator at a science fiction convention with two women, one of whom was blonde, incredibly chesty, and covered in a skin-tight black velvet top with a Cinderella skirt (more black velvet). Surmounted on the... apex? peak? well, tip, anyway, of her left breast was a button that said "If we are what we eat, I could be you by morning."
My stop was a few floors below theirs. I got out of the elevator and walked down the hall in what could only be described as a reflective mood....
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