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They came for a half-term party swarmed around me like instant charisma wearing face-masks of Mourinho I couldn't move - there was no place to go I was taken back to when I was eighteen misspent youth frittered away so they say wished I was back there with them all but it was gone - I couldn't any more I couldn't be in love every other day make outrageous comments, buy things on e-bay not so many spots to pick at present however, no jealousy, nothing to resent I soaked up their bonhomie once more gave a faint smile when I walked out the door
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
THE SCENT OF YOUTH
They came for a half-term party swarmed around me like instant charisma wearing face-masks of Mourinho I couldn't move - there was no place to go I was taken back to when I was eighteen misspent youth frittered away so they say wished I was back there with them all but it was gone - I couldn't any more I couldn't be in love every other day make outrageous comments, buy things on e-bay not so many spots to pick at present however, no jealousy, nothing to resent I soaked up their bonhomie once more gave a faint smile when I walked out the door
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
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