I see tight pink sweaters and red hearts everywhere. People skip and sigh, they covetlously hold sweaty palms and try to pace their walks with the other´s steps. Oh, these public displays of affection and tenderness make me yearn for a bit of cyanide. Butterflies flutter in my belly as I retch and the sweet puppy love stares of devotion seem as exciting as my dentist’s waiting room.
However, for as extensively as I search, I have yet to find that the ardor of all hearts is represented. For example, who has done the marketing for affectionate zombies? They have feelings too! Who sells them chocolate covered brains? Who makes the reservations for a secluded table under the cover of the vultures?
So much wasted passion.
Zombies also need advice for their devotion. For example, here a suggestion for a pick up line.
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And if you are in the other side, being the object of affection of a devoted zombie, here is a recommended line of action*.
*If you are not positive that the drooling, brainless guy requiring your affection is a zombie, just proceed in the same manner explained.
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