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Street dance.  We ordered pizza king, and watched Tracee get her grove on.  It was windy, and my dress wasn’t co-operating.  Aaron was mocking my pain.’Cause He’s a pain mocker from Mockertown, U.S.A.

Any time I get the opportunity to attend a book club meeting in the library of a museum, during a wine tasting with a nice hourdevours spread I’m on it.

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