=^..^= ~: What are you thinking about?
C: You and how lucky I am.
=^..^= ~: You ever feel like a penny
=^..^= ~: on the pavement...
=^..^= ~: People pass you by because you don't look to have much value and they don't have the energy to bend over and pick you up.
C: Yeah that's one way of looking at it I guess.
=^..^= ~: I pick up pennies. Because one eventually will be special. Different than your standard. Collectable. Valuable. Rare.
=^..^= ~: I found that in you.
=^..^= ~: So yes. You are my lucky penny and I'll carry you with me always.
C: You are mine as well. I wasn't even looking and you caught my eye and have remained with me ever since.
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