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In my youth, I was very passionate.
I wanted to express my love, for my
drummer boy. Many times I would be
pushed away.

He was not so passionate as I.
Being very handsome, he was always
so concerned about his hair. Wanting
shirts to be perfect. Always afraid
of getting messed up.

My shirt is fresh. Watch my collar.
Control yourself, I don't want to now.
I don't have time now. I have to get
to work. Quit doing that, don't touch
me. Don't be frisky.

Once an argument occurred we did not
speak again for three months. This is
life with a person like him.
not good in front of the children.

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