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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
-- It is a story of unrequitted love, one of hurt in the deepest, truest sense. It is the story of two lovers, torn apart not by their families, but by their own selfish pride. She was a pretty girl of about 19. All-American in the purest sense, with her blonde hair and shining hazel eyes. He remembered her vividly as he sat at the same window in the same coffee shop he had that day. Watching her with an awe unmistakeably filled with infactuation. He loved to watch the sway of her hips. The way they connected with the roundness of her behind made him feel like he needed confession rather than a second cup of black. It was the summer of '45, the war coming to an end had brought many soldiers home. Many were beginning to return to their normal routines, of just simply living, and learning to live again, simply. For many this meant family being family again; mother's preparing dinner for large families, fathers smoking their pipes while reading the paper. And for Andrew, it was the summer of his brother, of his love, and of his return to the life he knew he was destined for.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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