With nights like these...

... You have to believe something like fate exists.

No one has sat on a playground with me and talked for that long in ages.
And when you've got mad pasties and only rum to drink, you know it's a good night.
My arm is sore from sleeping on it. I can't believe we walked that far.
We went to bed at 8am.
You were sweet.
Thank you for listening.
I won't forget that night for a while.

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