swept me off my feet

Hampton NH

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We were at the bowling alley and you farted when I was getting my balls from the ball thingy. You played it off but I heard it and smelled it. I can’t get the fragrance out of my mind. Then you bowled a strike, presumably crop-dusting the lanes in the process. You’re my dream lady. You were wearing ugg boots and a bear-skin pelt over your shoulders. Be my smelly valentine.