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Dear FutureMe,
It's nine o'clock on a saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sittin' next to me. Makin' love to his tonic and gin. He says: "Son, can you play me a memory?" I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes.
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