Trevor

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Little poem I did the other day.

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An outgoing, introverted writer who likes to lie about being outgoing. Talking to her cat at all hours of the night does not count as outgoing; but it doesn't stop her. She is also just as comfortable being at the beach as she is standing in a pile of cactus. If you want to really impress this unique specimen, offer her a box of your best wine.

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