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Since most things in life having to do with the concept of “comfort” also have to do with the tongue and other organs of base bodily sensation (skin, for instance) it makes no sense at all that important peace conferences and political debates don’t always take place in hot tubs while eating delicious bon-bons.
“Ascension can occur with or without these,” Ruby said, holding up a pair of comfortable looking, bright pink bunny slippers with large floppy ears, “and the choice is yours; but if you want my opinion, what’s the good of Enlightenment without comfortable slippers.”
“‘S’okay, Dawg,” said Booter to Brother Amos, who stood nervously staring down the lip of the take-off on his borrowed snowboard, “Jesus would want you to learn to shred this gnarly powder, bevel-on.”
The ordinary new sock is possibly the least touted of the Major Comfort Items.
Never one to stand around doing nothing, Peter made it a point to locate a comfortable chair whenever entering a room.
Peter finally gave up on Amway and went back to church, since it was the only pyramid scheme that’d ever brought him any comfort.
Finding himself suddenly surrounded by old men at the market, Peter felt both scared and relieved; the idea of aging frightened the hell out of him, but the old men’s comfortable slacks didn’t look half bad.
Sometimes, it’s about a big ol’ chair, sometimes a giant mug of hot chocolate, but sometimes nothing matches the company of good friends.
What is it about slightly browning a slice of bread that makes it so comfortingly delicious?
On Saturday nights Peter’s soul would put on comfortable shoes and wander the empty halls, dancing to music no one would ever hear.
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