One rainy night someone announced that she would be moving here for good. As far as 'for good' can go in the context of people like me. The night turned into day, and we, well... we were cast away. Without the beard--maybe some shaggy hair.
One night someone arranged for a barbecue and announced that we will be roasting the bratwurts in the oven for our own good. As until now the regular are always challenged getting the fire started. The night turned into day then, downpour. And we, well... we probably brewed up a storm singing Bon Jovi and Kings of Leon. Without being in tune--but with conviction.
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