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Jan 2017
Blue stood at the bar
one seat each side of him
Pink sat down on the left
catching each others eye
Blue brought her a drink
she smiled crossed her legs
Blue no longer talk
she ask what's wrong with you
he said nothing much
she said do tell me here
and at that Blue left.
**** hate it when that happens   P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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