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I’m sorry, Mrs. Sam Delatorre.
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(it seems there wasn’t a wine or a wench
his happy tongue didn’t hope to appreciate), and,
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Nobody understood why we were dating.
We were “so different.” Well some of my guy friends
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“Do you think we remember our past lives?”
Cleopatra was one. Somehow
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I joked: “You should date a cosmologist.”
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