Hot Butter
<<
Jazz bar
Ten to midnight
Love Jones furniture
Starlit evening
with smooth jazz
and a cocktail
scented air we can both enjoy
with our festive drinks. We'll be
sitting at the booths
leaning right
to pretend
we're
looking
at
the musician
but
...
...
>> But what?
<< What?
>> Finish what you started
<< Let's go to a jazz bar and finish what I started
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