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I watched him. Every Saturday night, he came in. Every Saturday night, I came in. And every Saturday night, we left separately. He to his house or apartment, and I to mine. Yet, I continued to come to Gay Parry with the hopes of meeting him. He came in at 9pm on the dot. He’d dance on the dance floor alone, and whenever any man advanced, he’d simply maneuver away. It only made him more desirable to everyone, especially me. He came in the same time and would always be dressed to kill. His garb read Abercrombie and Fitch, his blond hair flowing
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So what if I like a little extra butter on my buns...
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So what if I like a little extra butter on my buns...
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So what if I like a little extra butter on my buns...
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God needs a drink. Better make it a double.
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