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Be kind to what you think you love. Stand beside me for a little while. We all said. Hesitant and freckled you moved as if lost. Oh love. Stand close to me. The player is fantastic, isn’t he? 

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This song is for you. A beautiful little number he wrote himself. She smells lovely. Vanilla. Soft hands around mine. 

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Remember the blue dress you wore when we met? Oh, how I was head over heels. It is nice  hearing your voice, you know? Yes. Yes. I do miss you, truly I do. That piano player is still there. He asked about you the other night. Oh, I told him you were gone, but you would be back soon. Yes, he will play that song you like. 

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I am glad she is here. We still fight but we love each other, truly we love each other. You should see us together. Her, like a goddess. Me, well, like the schlub who won the lottery.