When I think of him, back to the day, when I stood at a pool table in a bar trying to appear confident. His sassy smile, those twinkling grey eyes and a smile that made my heart flip. "Do you vote" he smirks. "It's none of your business" I pronounce. "No really," he concedes. " Of course I do" a flurry of Marx follows...a connection is born.
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