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Just what is on
your mind, girlfriend?

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Next Time... a Timer
 

The night I asked him to dinner

I meant it as a thank you

and a farewell

It was all set up

perfect and platonic...

But he took over the tongs

and the steaks burned.

 

m-m

 

 
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