She wrote her number on the cubicle. I took her to Psycho. We clicked.
Met my folks. Verdict: Different. We eloped.
Loved Florence but Rome uninspiring. Settled in Sicily. Without friends she got bored. She would’ve killed me if I’d not got there first.
I knew we were kindred spirits.
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