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Rain hits my umbrella as I waltz to his house.
As I stride up the front steps to his apartment I feel as somethings' wrong
The door, left ajar, I pushed to the side,
He must not have heard me I thought to myself.
Sounds coming toward me from his bed room door,
Lead me to a scene in which I was appauled.
Him with another playing footsie in bed,
while I stared in disbelief.
After a minute he detected my presense, A blank expression etched across his face.
The girl then got up to see what had disrupted their fun,
But I was already gone.......