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"We carry a fruit plate and our wine out onto the balcony. Night has fallen, and the moon swims in the East River He playfully feeds me bites of pineapple with his fingers and talks aobut the women in his past, the sistas, the Spanish girl who made him crazy. 'I don't mess with no White girls,' he mumbles--and sounds wistful for that old-time lovin'. "

--me--

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