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Hanging about I met a girl. She held my hand, I held her gaze. Only tradesman and illicit lovers use windows; they’re like back doors. “Invite me in the front entrance please.” I like this girl. Did she like me? I was suspended in suspense.
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A lot of hanging in suspension here… 🙂
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I wonder, too, whether she liked him or not
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She was holding his hand. I’m hopeful or perhaps she like her dirty windows and was trying to stop him cleaning them.
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We’ll never know, will we? I like that
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True – you can make up the end of the story any way you feel like.
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LOL. If he is let out of his suspense in the negative he may have to use the suspension in his bucket.
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haha. Suspense/suspension is still there.
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hopefully she liked him )
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I’m hopeful – it would make a good how I met your Mum story for them to tell the kids.
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