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Peter. I believe that was your name. We met a few times. You were a dancer and I thought I was in love. Maybe I was wrong.

We never went far but I wanted to go further with you. I wanted more than what you were willing to give and we parted ways in a way that’s now unclear to me.

I forget how it ended but I remember kissing out at Rage. I don’t forget those I’ve met and the moments we shared. Though names have left my mind, for most of the guys, I remember most of those guys I met along the way.

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