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BBQ for him at the park,

eat fast.

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to walk over, to see

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er, a look I knew so well,

nd clear, "I've been crazy about you

hed, smiled,

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even gla

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witho

stupid reminder of a past he clea

the cheers for Mark and

reek, tears silently

t held

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