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Title: Best Week
Author: Missy
Date Submitted: 10/29/2021

Poem: My number one week changes
From when we met to when we married. A bar of all places where we started our story. You were floating in that white beachcomber outfit. I fell in love. When we talked, I didn't want to go. I came back the next day and sat in your shop, hyperverbal. But, you didn't mind. We talked for days and then I asked you out. You said you were busy. I disappeared after that carrying you with me. Marcus and Tree saw me driving on the bridge with Jamie after a week and said, "Go see Brian." I came back to you and you said, "Really. I was busy." Now I know two things. You didn't know how to talk to girls and you don't lie....