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Casey

I really wanted to email the following as my entry, but somehow I didn't have the guts:

Title: Come a Little Bit Closer

In a little cafe just the other side of the border, she was just sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water. So I started walking her way. She belonged to bad man, Jose. And I knew, yes I knew I should leave when I heard her say, “yeah, come a little bit closer; you're my kind of man, so big and so strong. Come a little bit closer; I'm all alone, and the night is so long.”

So we started to dance. In my arms, she felt so inviting that I just couldn't resist just one little kiss—so exciting. Then I heard the guitar player say, "Vamoose, Jose's on his way."

Then I knew, yes I knew, I should run. But then I heard her say, “yeah, come a little bit closer. You're my kind of man, so big and so strong. Come a little bit closer; I'm all alone and the night is so long.”

Mike

Don't be afraid to enter.

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