Title: Optional

Text: So I guess I'll go home, into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up. She's so hard to please but she's a forest fire. I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance: we slow dance in the living room but all that a stranger would see is one girl, swaying alone, stroking her cheek. Each paragraph will be a test.

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