He sat down at her table. Uninvited! He talked. She politely didn’t listen. She looked over his shoulder at the dollar exchangers. Were they disappointed too? She wanted to interrupt. Give me back the hope of everyday, she wanted to say. Be like I imagined you. I have my standards.
I can’t help a soprano.
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That's the best I could do! Sorry!!
dont apologize. its alright. you did well. i, for myself, cant go on with it though. the ball has been dropped. pick up another?
Yes please! Let's pick up away.
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