That one summer I fel in love with a german

I was 15. His name was Benjamin (pronounced Benyamin).  He was from Berlin. He wore spandex, we was a ballet dancer...

And his cheap european cologne made me swoon.

Don't worry, nothing happened other than a few extra pas de deux rehearsals than were necessary.

I don't know why I just wrote this.

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