Yes, Mickey? How do you call your soccer boy? Come here, soccer boy. And if he doesn't answer? Oh, soccer boy? And if he still doesn't answer? I simply say, Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one
Picture it, a slightly chilly morning on the African savannah, looking out over the rim of the coulee the sun just peeks out over the horizon, warm, glowing. Through the mist, a silhouette in the distance, just forming, tugs your breath right out of your chest. As it comes into focus, you know it is she. Beautiful, of course. Brilliant, to be sure. Poised, needless to say. And very, very well-dressed. You are in the fabulous girl's world, now.
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