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Many years ago, when I was a young teenager, a handsome young youth minister came to our small-town Baptist church. Of course, we all fell in "love" with him but even we knew we were far too young so we watched as his romance bloomed with a beautiful young lady more his age.
At their wedding, when told he could kiss his bride, he latched on! I am sure there was tongue involved, and the pastor had to gently remind them that the kiss had gone on long enough. There was tittering, of course.
He went on to be pastor of a fairly large church in another part of the state, and they both ended up rather rotund.
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