yesterdays dream

HHm yea, as i sip my rum and coke, thinking. The more i drink the more i think back. My mind turning back. Over the years, back to the time when she was mine. As much as she ever could be that is. Tall, long blonde hair, eyes so blue they gleemed, she was picture perfect, not really suited to a guy like me. Except she liked my money or rather my wallet. Which was just a tiny bit bigger than my waist line now, fat and protruding. And always loosing the pounds.

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