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Things I never understood. Manhuggers. Treehuggers, aye, hugging trees makes sense. It’s a good practice for climbing up when the raging panda is after you – but hugging men? Well, there is something definitely about hugging female men, that is ahm… well, anyways: I got hugged. By a man. One of those ‘free-hugs-men’. It was fun and sweaty.
More sweaty business: The Free Hugs Campaign
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