I once went on a date with a boy that consisted of sitting in his house (we weren't 18 yet, what else are you meant to do?), and when that ABBA tribute came on the stereo I made a comment along the lines of "Remember Tina Cousins?"
For the next hour, I sat as he pulled out several singles, albums and collaborations out, then showed me his signed poster, and the Myspace comment "she" left him. I couldn't even bring myself to text him the next day. |
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