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A young Woman came through the door and I said "Welcome! Thanks for coming.  I love Lucy!"  (As many of you may guess, due to a previous story[My Love for Chocolate], her shirt said "I love Lucy")  She smiled.  "Do you love Lucy?" and she replied "I do!" Then the story got retellable because she then informed me that She was Lucy.  Not a crazzy person that thought she was comic genious, but her name was Lucy and it was her birthday.  I'm sure I blushed a little realizing I had just told her that I loved her.   I finished the transaction and told her to have a beautiful or spectacular birthday.  I don't remember which. 

Here I am at the coffee hut running my memory into the ground. I scrape the bear (cow) bottom to put more music in.  I find these pronouns to be missleading.  all these pretty buttons make the likely hood of home far more smile worthy.  I'm listening to your departure and it scars how diligent you are at wreking the structure to "be free"

What a start to a love story that would be... the accidental suave of fate.

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