and out jumped a tiny spark

there's one rule I've had for this site that has thus far served me well: no relationship stuff. none. okay, there's been the occasional leak of a tiny, cryptic morsel. But even those little leaks have the catastrophic potential of a firing a handgun in a pressurized airplane. Yeah, you might get lucky and make a nice, clean hole or just blow out a window (they aren't structural, it'll hold), but you might hit a seam in the skin, and the resulting tear will rip open that tin can at supersonic speed while the 500-mph winds wreak havoc on the interior; the devastation of a cat-5 hurricane, but with three times the wind speed, ripping seats from their moorings and turning tray tables and complimentary beverages into deadly missles of destruction.

I do not tempt the internet. oh sure, it appears like an endless vacuum, but then that vacuum turns into vapor, which condenses into a liquid, which gels and solidifies and then morphs into a huge fucking rottweiler that wants to take a chunk out of your thigh. it ain't worth it.