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... of a guy, maybe 5 years younger than me, crashing our party. Everything about him screamed attention: loud voice, animated moves, feather hair, sunglasses, loud t-shirt, stressed jeans, canary yellow flip-flops. I think he was a wannabe rock-star. He was always going somewhere else, and this was just one of his stops. He spoke to everyone whilst texting on his mobile. Everyone spoke to him and his mobile was overflowing with incoming texts. Me? I felt dizzy, and, as he kicked off his flop-flops and pulled on some Doc Martens and announced he was off to a gig, feeling distinctly out of the loop. But when he was saying his goodbyes to everyone, he said goodbye to me last of all. Then he kissed me on the lips, and was gone.
(... And then I woke up.)
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