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Friday, August 10, 2012
Friday Night: And fly like a 747
This is the inaugural post in a new series I came up with five minutes ago: Friday Night.
How many songs are there about going out and getting down tonight, boogieing tonight,
how young the night is? Let us go then, you and I, and find these paeons to blissful anticipation.
And now all I want is to go lose myself in the heaven of a dance floor tonight.
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