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Incredibly Dedicated Despite Hypothetical Danger

You know,

even if I was engaged

to be married tomorrow,

arranged to stand before

the alter next to Gaddafi's son,

who would not take no for an answer

unless that answer was a head on a pike,

If you showed up,

well, I'd throw my dress out.

I'd throw my stilettos

at the guard and jump into

your arms from the

third story window.

But then you'd probably

have to worry about

a lot more things than

you have to worry about now.

Even they caught us,

then wanted to cut

my head off,

I'm head over heels anyway, so

maybe that would confuse the executioner

And we would have just enough time to escape.

Nothing will make me forget about you,

not even a myopic and ruthlessly jealous tyrant in training.


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