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Three

It was right around this time, in our third or fourth pub, that you leaned in and said that maybe we should go home and listen to music.

Of course we stopped at other pubs along the way.

You held my hand through the tunnel and when we got home we went to bed for a while.

And although I loved you I didn’t know you at all.

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