Page 39 of Born Into Trouble (Occupy Yourself)
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Nothing is as pure
As a promise come true.
Be my promise, baby.
My promise of love.
True love come to me.
My promise come true.
Love me, like I love you.
Be my baby, be mine.
My baby.
Mine.
As the last notes trailed off into silence, the bar erupted in applause. Stomping boots, slapping hands, piercing fingers-in-the-mouth whistles—they gave him one of the loudest ovations he’d ever received. But most important was the woman who made her slow way towards the stage. Dark hair swinging around her shoulders, brown eyes only for him, he waited, and she came to him.Mine.
