“You’re beautiful,” I said. “I love you.” I met him half an hour ago but he was and I did– there were above a hundred thousand people at the party and he was a bar-tender. “Am I?” he said, “I don’t know what to say–” Since he didn’t know me at all he could hardly […]

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