“When I got exed, I was blindsided,” he said over the club’s techno-country beat.
“I thought I was an ugly heifer, after,” she nods. “But with you…”
The bull-man dances closer. “I wanna be your cow-boy.”
She sways into his grip. “I can be your cow-girl.”
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