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Ah my pastor, a nice funny guy with a heart of a bull
He is a great father figure, but is not my father
He is Gina's father, a beautiful rebel girl
He basks in the holy light of the lord
She basks in the shadow he casts

A crowded place with mini shops to browse at
A store whith two initials and a name fit for a coin
Another you can craft a "bear", one tou personaly build
Next, one that rhymes with my friend's name, stacy
A mart or store made entirely of walls

I walk in to a store that is great for a guy like me
It has a sweatshirt with a red Nintendo charictor and his foes
From goofy video game stuff to cute stuffed animals
But it's not all fun and games. It has hardcore stuff as well
Goofy nerds and emo goths, teenage outcast paradise
Its a hot teenage topic, that's also its name minus the teenage

My new job location, or so I hope
I walk in and stroll over to the counter
"I'm here for the job" the five words pf destiny
The five words that brought her closer to me

I know her from my church, through my sister
She is cute, so cute,her face, attitude, and clothes
her style today is says she's a girly girl, but her typical style says shes a rebel

I aced the training, flirting with Gina when I was not training
I recived my schedual, the rules, and my first pay check
I got the morning shift... but It's with Gina only!
Alone time with Gina, a sign of "God" her father preaches about
That's all i could ask for, but I didn't even need to

We just need to set up and restock the shelves
We chat while doing so, not focused entirely on what we are doing
Gina walks over to me, I needd some advice about work
Suddenly she trips on a belt i dropped seconds ago. I felt like a total idiot

She lands on my chest, I don't even teeter, she's not heavy at all
"Oh my gosh! Areyou O.K.?" I say concerned that i broke her foot or ankel
"I'm fine" she says in my chest, embracing me tightly like she almost fallen of a building
She looks me in the eye, so beutiful, a twinkle in them like the North Star
She moves in closer, her lips inches away from mine, her breath sweet and warm
Finaly her lips connect with mine, her lips as sweet as her breath
Hard to belive im kissing my pastors daughter