one day she woke up and couldn't move her neck. try as she might, it just wouldn't go. panicked, she went to her parents' bedroom. mum, i can't move my head. at first, as usual, mum didn't believe her, but then seeing the stress in her voice...
three days later the girl still couldn't move her head. the obstinate neck had been seen by doctors, aspirins had been prescribed, heat lamps applied. the neck wouldn't budge. on the fourth day, magically the pain disappeared, and the head unused to such freedom, moved in all directions all of it's own accord.
suddenly, after three days of having to stare to her left, the girl regained acquaintance with her right shoulder. she promptly found there wasn't much difference between the newly found right shoulder, and the frankly quite boring left shoulder.
one shoulder, it would be hard to argue against this, is much the same as the other, and no shoulder -- no matter how smooth the skin or tempting the curvature -- can withstand three days of observation without some of the excitement of the first encounter fading off...
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