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Dec 2014
Last
time we
spoke she
brimmed with
hope, romance was
in the air. This time she
looked me in the eye, shook
her head from side to side, fiddled
with her hair and frowned, raised a
little finger, and wagged it up and down
martin
Written by
martin  England
(England)   
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