Champagne in Plastic Cups

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I had thought you were crazy
long, long time ago, but it was
an insanity that mirrored and
complimented my own, so I dealt
with it in the best way I knew,
by fucking your brains out
whenever and wherever you
wanted me to, but it had really
seemed over the top to move
to a new flat over Christmas.
Who does stuff like that unless
they really, truly need to?
I guess you do, which means
we do, naturally, since we're
practically roommates by now,
and it was a bit of a hoot to
watch the ball drop when all
your good glassware was still
packed away. I am glad, however,
that you opened the boxes
labeled 'Bedroom' right off.

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