I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's o
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Hmm...probably no one you dated.
But there was that guy, and that other guy, and that other guy by the magazine rack, or, was it the gas pump?
I suppose I shouldn't joke.
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