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The socialist and the socialite sat themselves down for supper. Arthur wore a blood red rose while Sophie went for feathers. The socialist and the socialite had only a little in common and neither said much at all about the paths they'd trodden. The socialist and the socialite ate with polite conversation. He had the slow cooked brisket, while she had the salad with chicken. The socialist and the socialite left quietly with an old studied calm, but once their door was firmly closed fast fell into each other's arms.
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
The socialist and the socialite
The socialist and the socialite sat themselves down for supper. Arthur wore a blood red rose while Sophie went for feathers. The socialist and the socialite had only a little in common and neither said much at all about the paths they'd trodden. The socialist and the socialite ate with polite conversation. He had the slow cooked brisket, while she had the salad with chicken. The socialist and the socialite left quietly with an old studied calm, but once their door was firmly closed fast fell into each other's arms.
Opposites can attract.
stevejeff
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
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