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If romance novels took place at polka dives ...
She turned into his embrace. The scent of beer and Brill Creme engulfed her and she tightened her arms about his neck, clinging to him as if he were a rock in the middle of a storm-ridden sea.
I'm off to polka the evening away to the music of these guys! Thanks for the bday wishes! No worries about being late-to-the-party because my bday celebration lasts as long as the cake does.
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"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder." - Flynn Rider, "Tangled"
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