On a morning in which I am wearing a New Zealand rugby shirt, I find myself in a reverie.Because, dear reader, my first proper girlfriend was from New Zealand.
I'll never forget that sun-kissed summer afternoon, as we lay there, my arm around her, light through the trees dappling her sweet,sweet face.
The sound of a nearby brook as we looked into each others eyes. Those idyllic days of youth, never gone as long as I breathe.
And I'll never forget that moment when she spoke those words that went all the way to the bottom of my soul.
"Baa."
We ate her, eventually.
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