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somebody special
it was thursday night.
i saw you outside under the street light. you looked cold.
you had that spark.
we danced.
ok, maybe i danced a bit too much.
it was love at first sight.
we snuggled by the fire under a care bears sleeping bag. i love you.
but when i awoke the next morning, you were gone.
and freddie ljungberg was in my pants.
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