Two hearts, two dancers, two singers, two drinkers,
two sets of memories of what happened, what didn't happen, what we said, what we did, and what we didn't do.
Two desks, One Boss.
Two years, One Plant.
Two souls, One Dinosaur.
NOT PICTURED: That guy whose memory keeps haunting me around even though, I swear, she said he was a stranger and it was a safe bet to go ahead with my idea...
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