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Your parents had seats

I could find

with ease on

the fifty yard line of the

blue side of orange

and blue. The last time

we met, you

said I had

not changed, and I said

“well was I

supposed to?”  You shrugged,

informed me

you had been

running a tanning booth in

Gainesville for years.  There

Was the time we hung out:



at Thyrza’s, your soft eyes,

thin body


beckoning the select few,


than two-a-month in

order to give each

his chance to

qualify for inclusion

on your list

of potential life

mates.  Still bachelorette?

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