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  • So... He kissed me. I let him. Just for a minute. A nanosecond. Because he fell in love with me. I didn't mean it. He's so young. And I don't regret it. Because it's done. Done. Just a kiss.

    I was singing Summertime. Maybe he heard Billie Holiday instead of me. I think for the first time. Imagine that. So unrequited love - my speciality.

    The living is easy and the fish are jumping. It is summertime.

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