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sábado, 4 de abril de 2009

The propousal.

Got home.
High hills, short dress. Too drunk to go to bed.
So I called you and you didn't answer.
Wrote you couple words. Wondered how you were doing.
I also missed you.

Woke up early on the other day:
"Good. Let's get married", you wrote.
And that was a whole new day.

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