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Stories

Before I had any boys to speak of,

You had a few girls

That were your stories.

Which you’d tell everyone,

Outlining your mistakes.

For a while I could stay away

In order not to become a story

Until I decided

We could end happily.

And now that we haven’t,

I wonder how you’ll tell my story

Of your most beautiful mistake.

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