Sophie Kipner
There was a man who favored fonts. He was so attracted to the shape of each font, in fact, an allergic (and sometimes violent) reaction would ensue from only the sight of Century Gothic or the most mundane and overused of them all: Times New Roman. Helvetica seemed to be the only style that would flood his font-sensitive body with a feeling of womb-like warmth, security (the unsocial kind), and relaxation. So strong that feeling was, it rivaled the strength of the endorphins released after sex. If only he could have sex with Helvetica…
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