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THE BATHROOM WALL! I found you on the bathroom wall-- I found you, sitting in the stall! I'm really not that kind of girl, but I was looking for a whirl! Your number, right above the pot said "please do call me, I am HOT! So, call I did, and you picked up! You said you wanted, in a cup, some fresh, hot coffee, made to go! You sounded like you had the dough! You billed and cooed-you had the touch, but when I met you, not so much! You weren't the hottie you promised-- I barely felt that I'd been kissed!!
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