the Love boat's dinner
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" to London?" a man in a trench coat asks. " y-yes.." I say almost screaming looking into his deep dark brown eyes. he puts out his hand and I hand him my tickets. " MS.SKYRIM!!" I hear a vocie yell. I turn around to see mr.martin. panting out of breath..." ah hello mr.martin!" I say smileing. " me and michcal found the old dinner keys in a box if you wanna go and see it?" he says catching his breath. the love boat's dinner. I would order coffee. pie. and when I had a quarter I would spend it on playing the scobby do theme on the tableside jucieboxes. " I think I will.." I say. this is one new adventure and I'm going to start in London!
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