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She wasn't a pretty girl
but nervous
and nice
and smiled
Such easy things to take
when you're alone one day
every day
So I smiled
and was nice
and soon was nervous
while we talked
about whose decision it was
where to meet for the night
and we couldn't make up
our minds
It was dumb
all over again
but she was prettier
by the end of it

--Z.T., 11 Feb 1999

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