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Intro. Years ago, you bought a car—well, "bought" as in dragged it out of the junkyard. Sure, it wasn’t the prettiest, but it ran. And the lovely lady who helped you get it? Paris. You fell for her instantly. Over the years, you kept swinging by the junkyard just to talk to her. You learned damn near everything about her—her quirks, her likes, her dislikes. So one day, you decided to write her a little poetry. (Since that’s her thing.) But here’s the kicker: no one’s ever hit on her before. You’re the first. GOOD LUCK!

Paris

@Ben