Kooks (Sequel to Bowie)
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Once a girl pulled me out of the bar. Of course I quickly came to my senses and brushed her off, walking down the street not looking back. I kept my head down and walked against the wind. I pushed the door to a jewelry store.
"I need an engagement ring..." I trailed off. "A nice one."
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