he asked me to dance. wait no, no... he asked me to polka, he said he would teach me, and he wouldn't let me say no. all i could think was "i haven't drank enough for this". turns out i'm terrible at polka-ing so we moved on to the jitterbug. he told me i was good at it even though i wasn't. we twirled around to bad country songs in the back of a
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what the heck was he thinking, though?
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i never see you anymore but i really enjoy hearing you through pictured words.
it's almost as good as the real thing.
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