ROMANCING THE NOSE: AN INFORMATIONAL ROMANCE“My god! You're an animal,” she gargled, as she stood in the bathroom, the Listerine in her right hand. The sun was a fiery orb approximately 92,955,807.3 miles away from the earth, yet it cast an anxious light into the farthest corners of the bathroom because the window was open and it was a bright day.
Garth Harkson stood behind her, his right arm wrapped around her slim waist like a hungry man holding anxiously onto a hotdog.
“I am an animal, the wildest animal imaginable,” he wheezed into her left ear, the one on the other side of her head, equidistant from the right ear, which closely resembled her left ear except that it was located on the other side of her head. Both ears were perfect, he noticed, and resembled those clamshells found on
