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Me: So what's your story morning glory? Why do you look so blue?

Her: (pause) Wow, does that line actually work?

Me: You're talking to me, aren't you?

Her: (pause, laughter)

I woke up somewhere in Brooklyn yesterday.

For details, just listen to Norwegian Wood. It's accurate up to the part that goes I told her I didn’t; instead of lighting a fire, I watched Love Actually, instead of stumbling to the bath, I slept on her sofa and instead of her, I flew.

It was a fun night but something that Sabatoa posted popped in my head at 2AM.

I never think I should take what I can; I always think I should get what I want.

You know, I never got her name or number.

But she was 29. She had hazel eyes.

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My female friends often crash at my pad knowing they're as safe as houses. The local doormen think I'm on a tear. We know the truth.

Her: I made it here without you having to carry me.

Me: That's always a plus.

Her: (in sleepy German) Will you be here when I wake?

Me: I live here - where would I go?