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I was in the town today of a woman I've been writing to on this site. I've tried to meet her. The first time, I didn't get her mail in time. This time, she was busy the day I went there, on other business. But going there and being there, I had that feeling. I call it the Freddy feeling. Think My Fair Lady. Think "On the Street Where You Live." I sing that song out loud when I get the Freddy feeling. People stop and stare. They don't bother me. There's nowhere else on Earth that I would rather be.
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I think, though I've yet to meet her, that I've found my Audrey Hepburn.
- Three shots of espresso, fresh and black,
- Not watered down with half and half,
- But light and thick with whipping cream
- Sipped or swallowed, spilled or splattered
- Scalded, soaked, choked or smothered,
- I crave, however offered, this drink I dream.
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