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The voice of the night

Whenever his voice crooned from the Radio, my heart would start beating to the frequency of his sound. His laughter was like the chiming of bells and there was not a question he didn't have an answer to. Leaning on my couch from 9-12 I could imagine what a perfection this Radio Jockey 'V' would be. I guess, his face w...