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| - A letter to two nights, two bartenders, and one bar:
If you saw me saddle up to the bar with love in my eyes, it's because the name alone was enough to set my heart reeling. And because I was betraying my poor mother country who was occupied by the red star for years.
If you saw me cry at your trumpeting and singing performance it's only because I found a dream that I never thought I could live. And I did, if only for a moment. It was magic, it really was. Living in an era suspended between then and now. But reality was just outside the door. What else is there to do but weep?
If you were surprised by my kisses on your cheek and confused by my emphatic hugs, it's only because you were a mysterious bearded man who reveled in the same music all the while being the the most attentive and genuine bartender a lass could ask for.
And let's not get too tawdry, here, but your eggs, salami, nuts, and pickles are also out of this world.
After all this, I sat on your bathroom throne and confessed to the priest (thankfully looking the other direction). Oh how glorious it was to purge my seven sins!
When I come crawling back to you, even after a year away, please welcome me with loving and open arms again. We can pretend that time never existed and that true love waits.
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