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Author of 27 Stories |
A girl met me last night,
and I liked what she saw.
(not that she was hard to like either)
We shared, she laughed, I smiled.
She told me she had to go,
I didn't tell her to stay.
She asked me to ask her for her number;
I gave her mine instead.
A girl met me last night,
Let's hope it happens again.