You know you are a lucky son of a bitch if you get away from me. That's what I called a certain little somebody who happened to flee from me this morning. I watched you as you made your rounds. Over and over again, to the point you were too distracting for me not to pay total attention to you. I try to ease up, realize you were nothing, but
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you're my hero..
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