She was perfect.
We were on a date and she was perfect.
She was smart and attractive and made me want to do backflips across the room.
When she played with her hair I felt pain in my stomach.
She didn't want to see me again but, for an evening at least, I had that peek above the clouds, you know, up where it's so bright and warm and sometimes hard to breath.
It makes me sad but at the same time it's not really sad, it's not like anyone died, so it's a better sad.
The cow.
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