10.17.2012
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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