She thought last night was something special
The way he made her feel
More than a one night stand
But with the light of morning his countenance darkened
He shuffled her down the stairs
And made her leave by the back door
No gate, so he watched as she climbed over the wall in dress and high heels
Upset and stumbling away
He stood, arms crossed, guarding the house
A look of contempt on his face
Glad to see the back of her
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