I have gotten older and I lost my hair. You stopped sending me a Valentine card, and there are no more Birthday greetings, or us sharing a bottle of wine. I stayed out till quarter to three and you locked the door, so I guess that you don’t still need me, and you won’t offer to feed me. I just stopped by to mend a fuse, because I heard that your lights went out.
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