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A man came up to me in the street
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and asked me:.
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"How'd you like to sing on stage?'?"
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His job was to spot
new stars in the street
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to replace the old ones.
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He picked out girls in the crowd
who had talent.
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He could see mine was huge.
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Your what?.
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Talent.
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And?.
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You know what I'd love?.
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A hot cinnamon bun.
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One cinnamon bun.
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Guess what my dream would be.
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To be you, all alone
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with all those women.
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Can you write me a letter?.
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To who?. You?.
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To "Paris Press". A want ad.
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"Woman," dash...
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"Blue eyes," dash...
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Not plain blue. Sky blue,
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tinged with gray
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and dark blue at the edges,
if you look close...
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dash...
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"Soft skin..."
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so soft, you can't imagine.
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You can't imagine any of it.
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What it's like to wake up
to a day beside her...
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dash...
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"Perfect condition," dash...
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"seeks similar man to live with.
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Urgent.""
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