Here is my second entry:
Why do people find it inconceivable that I know my dog-eared notebook has an affair with my escritoire, budding over one midsummer's day and finally blooming one fine snow-kissed evening, that causes me to keep returning to the desk so it could faithfully keep their tryst?
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