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>Animal instinct fascinates me.

>How did that tortois (see below) know to come ashore to lay eggs? Or to dig and bury them? And when those little eggs hatch, how do the babies know where to go from there? Or know to wait till night fall before making their trek to avoid predators?

I suppose it’s the same way my instincts tell me not to (1) date a guy who wears more jewelry than I do, (2) sit down on the subway while wearing white pants or (3) go to Manhattan today during the Puerto Rican Day Parade. Freaky, huh, how I just know these things?

Kambri

How did I know to stop dating an effeminate guy who had a secret email name of “FifteenYrOldGirly”? Well, sadly that’s from experience. Different thing.

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