My love. I remember the first time we met. You were wearing a Jimmi Hendrix hoodie. You were incredibly handsome. You walked up to me at the bar and said, "I like your hair, are you a model?" I wore a big afro then. I thought your game was weak. But I heard that accent, and I was intrigued. You were Irish, you told me, in that thick brogue of y…
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