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Just what is on
your mind, girlfriend?

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Asti
 

Asti Spumonte

sparkling wine

 

We drank the bottle

or at least as much as was inside

 

Then we shared even more

on the dirt path

by his car

 

Later as the headlights passed

he crouched

on the other side of the car

and I came to crouch beside him

 

Light headed and bubbly

He laughed at me

When he was the one

who lost balance

and fell

 

m-m

 

 
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