in june.
we get along so well.
we're perfect for each other.
she takes my hand and kisses
it gently.
why june, i ask her.
why not, she says.
are you scared?
who me?
pffft. me scared of marriage,
you must be kidding.
my goal is ten marriages.
so it's on then, she says.
sure, here's my credit
card, have at it.
just make the cake
chocolate this time,
i'm getting tired of vanilla.
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