we shine like a burning star
we're falling from the sky
The Fly by U2
It’s not like I woke up one day and thought: Today I will have an affair with a married man. That’s not my style girlfriend. All I wanted was a nice pair of panties and maybe a non-fat mocha latte (no whip-cream). I took a shuttle to Eden. Several thousand kilometers of pure lingerie heaven. And soon to be the garden where I would meet my favorite mistake.
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