Herring n Kipper got to the Peter Pan.

At first [glance] thought '''it'd never happen'''. Nevertheless, the indications are subtly unveiling 'em selves. '''Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge. I'm about to break''' a friendship tinged with eroticism, without resorting to tacky fabrications. Solely pure play of 'em words thronged wit conjuring tricks. Attitude [below zero] only towards dexterities. Neurolinguistics in a brand new dimension. So glad ''twas thee who stated common bond of ours. '''get away from me...!''' I claim to be the dissolved girl, thee upscale metaphysicist whose mere thoughts tickle myself pink What else do you want to impute me? On balance yourbeer gut doesn't appeal to me!