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Sometimes I find myself thinking about those dinners on your roof, how much I loved eating with you.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about the puddles, messes we made.
Often I wonder if we have more dinners in us.
And always thinking of the perfect puddles.
Arrange a getaway for us. And I will meet you there.
Text me date, address.
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