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She came by a few days later

and I introduced her to

psychedelics on the cold, hard

floor of my kitchen. Well, after an

hour of persuasion and safety tips.

She had a bit of fiery reluctance,

but I knocked her walls down. After

they came down, she was singing

"Pocket Full of Sunshine,"

offkey, in the light of my living room.

If this goes well,

I'll get to see her.

Much more.

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