I fall in and out of love every ten minutes. At least I did last night. My feet were killing me, the bar was tiny, we were pushed up against one another and some boy was singing in my ear, and I was singing with him, and we were singing with the band at the same time, or together. I kept my purse close under my arm so as not to hit anyone, or so as
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