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Iโd pull you close, my arm around you and your head drifting to my chest. A glass of red in both our hand. Playing footsie as we lean against our Punic cooler. The moon shimmers, the waves whistle soothing sounds. Iโd turn to you. Look deep into your eyes and ask โwhy is bacon called bacon? It is clearly fried.โ