I used to be like this...
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I met a gal...
she was like this
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Together, we were like this...
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I gave her gifts like this...
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When she accepted my proposal, I was like this...
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I used to talk to her all night like this...
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and at office used to do this...
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When my friends saw my gal friend, they stared like this...
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and I used to react like this...
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BUT on Valentine Day, she gave red roses to someone else like this...
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AND, I was like this...
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Which later led to this...
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I felt like doing this...
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I started doing this...
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And this...
.
.
.
.
.
.
I met a gal...
she was like this
.
.
.
.
.
.
Together, we were like this...
.
.
.
I gave her gifts like this...
.
.
.
When she accepted my proposal, I was like this...
.
.
.
I used to talk to her all night like this...
.
.
.
and at office used to do this...
.
.
.
When my friends saw my gal friend, they stared like this...
.
.
.
and I used to react like this...
.
.
.
BUT on Valentine Day, she gave red roses to someone else like this...
.
.
.
AND, I was like this...
.
.
.
Which later led to this...
.
.
.
I felt like doing this...
.
.
.
I started doing this...
.
.
.
And this...
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