that old song was playing thru her toy radio. and somebody said something about the yellow light on the porch. i was half drunk, half stoned, just about bombed all the way. i sat next to her on the couch and said: this seems like a great old house. must be full of ghosts. and she said: the air smells beautiful tonight. i coulnt really figure out what that meant. and i couldnt believe my luck when she gave me that look, then a quick kiss, before she went out back to talk to her sister.Birth sign: Taurus
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