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I'm trying to grow the courage but the telephone won't reach for me there's a number on the napkin  from a resturant down the street my only lame excuse is.. Is that a seven or a three? Is it hot in here or is it just me? I don't know why I hesitate because you're the one who inked your name expecting to be my lucious date. Don't waste your time; you'll only wait  for my dispicible call of shame.
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
Call Of Shame
I'm trying to grow the courage but the telephone won't reach for me there's a number on the napkin  from a resturant down the street my only lame excuse is.. Is that a seven or a three? Is it hot in here or is it just me? I don't know why I hesitate because you're the one who inked your name expecting to be my lucious date. Don't waste your time; you'll only wait  for my dispicible call of shame.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
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