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Hmm? Oh.
No, that is one I played... for a while... long ago. Only using it to show what I perceive as intent. Her intent, a form of it, when heat rises.
This one. New to me. Rather fresh, from the living or ghost. Wins my gratitude... and a bit more. Delusion? I almost hope. Almost. Love my kind of women. Like to think it is mutual. The two songs don't match. The presentation of the second somehow embodies the first, as I see things. She is flirting, hard. Nice.
Yeah. Life is good. Perfume of the right sort flooding my moment. Not a ghost, if she thinks herself unknown. Only in a slim, factual sense is she unknown to me.
As I have seen her, so shall I show her.
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