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Dec 2013
My grandmother says
A pretty girl like you?
I bet you have thousands of suitors.
I look at her, laugh, and say:
Suitors?
Su itor?
Swe itor
Swea tor
Sweater.

And then I put on a sweater
Because I always seem to be cold.
Written by
Jordan Fox  America
(America)   
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