Do you remember that time in L.A. We went to Disneyland on the contrary it was raining. It was february, my birthday. We strolled throughout the park hand in hand, and held each other tight through the dark mystic park rides in fantasyland, you would whisper in my ear, "I love you," and at the end we would jump out and run back in line...
Do you remember the fresh popcorn smell at each corner we turn, the fresh pastries baking at the Blue Ribbon coffee shop. Our ritual iced mocha's, and main-street corn dogs. Then cramps as we -hop -skip -jump to Space Mountain! Then Way over to to the Haunted Mansion! Hand in hand everywhere forever go on like this, but at the end we share a delicious fantasia ice cream waffle cone.
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