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God this boy, I remember when He’d giggle and kiss me And ask “Hey are we good?” in the dark after soccer and he’d keep five promposals right next to his locker. Even though he said not to ask, I’d found it the most enjoyable task. God, this boy, he’s ruined me for other men.

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