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Then you are not maybe beautiful but charming, not necessarily vulgar (thus little hot) but do not rather safe so that a troublemaker as me already noticed you.

In brief if you exist and what you show yourself, me promises you I promises you desultory declarations of love under a pouring rain, the white shirt enters open and tempered, a rose between teeth and bottle of champagne in the hand.

I promises you to relegate your ex to the sentimental slums, to the place where there is only is possible to him and be 2 or 3 other ridiculous guys who think important

In any case, if you hold out me the hand, I far take you to redo the world and to forget all these evenings which begin with a superficial smile and which finish in a puddle of sadly authentic tears because I, I would exchange voluntarily my drunkenness not to be more than drunk with you.