It called Shell Gas station on RT 153 - m4w - 44 (Harford Co.):
You ask me what my name.
while I was leave the store.
You pass me on 95 Highway with a smile.
Would love to hear from you.
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2 comments:
It has been several days now, and I am still thinking of this.
Oh? Maybe it was you that ask him what his name.
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