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Just what is on
your mind, girlfriend?

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Fire Engines
 

3 fire engines

and a little old man

at the corner

where I biked

 

I asked him

what went on

he said something

about a fire in the elevator

then looked at my legs

and said something about

exercise and

looking good

 

I left quickly

it was getting a

little too hot

in the old neighborhood

 

m-m

 

 
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