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One summer night I was fourteen
He threw his thongs up at my window
And he asked if he could come up and see me
He sat in the quad across from me
He asked my opinions about his short stories
It was flattering
Saw him at the prom, he danced with me
I asked him if he'd write me when he went away to school
And he said "Maybe"
We kissed goodnight, I thought I'd never see him again
But he showed up at my window that one hot summer night
And I made him leave
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