The special feelings between a young woman and her staircase cannot be denied. Let society call it what it may, this will endure, because it is real.
I had a special staircase once. Her name was Vicky. She was a very sexy and curvaceous spiral staircase.
She ran away with an Olympus owner. I still miss her deeply and I long for the cool, gentle feel of her handrail late at night.
Added: This gets a shoehorn for injecting a little humor into a non-humorous challenge. Collect 'em all! Trade 'em with your friends! Recoil in horror at such a dubious honor!
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