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Apr 2019
The window seat was my favorite.
Won't give it up for anyone,
That's where I always sat.

Started going out with her,
Our seats were always together.
She would take the window I had to take the aisle,
Or she would give me those stare.

Never noticed when and where,
But I gradually fell in love with the aisle chair.
Hawa
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Hawa  26/F
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   Walter W Hoelbling and Fawn
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