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You weren’t exactly a neighbor but we were just a few blocks from each other. It started off with you coming over to smoke or for a drink and we’d play music while talking about life. Then one night you got adventurous and let me polish your knob. I was so nervous you’d think my facial hair would kill the illusion but you didn’t care. And so our tradition came to be that you came over and end our nights the way we did. I miss those times together. Do you still think of me?
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