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What Women Want-we don't know ourselves For three or four months out of the year, the size of a buck cannot be measured. As they shed their antlers, they roam wild, free to shapeshift as they please. More here later. I hope. ;) Yawn, and wait for the life to refill your sleeping form. Beauty resumes its course across your face, fresh (hopefully) air fills your lungs, and...(interruptions erupt)