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About Florence

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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As the night rolls on, we decide to hit up a local bar. It’s packed, but the vibe is lit. I’m talkin’ good music, good people. I meet this girl, and she smells like vanilla and sunshine. I’m like, “Wow, what’s your secret?” She laughs, and I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

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