Forget my fate.
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Got to thinking of an ex- today, Rachel. Saturday nights would often finish with slightly too much to drink, slightly too much of something else, and a few favourite tracks. One Saturday night finished with nearly burning the house down. She always had a thing for church candles and silk flowers. Nice enough apart I suppose, but a potentially deadly combination together, especially when added to booze and coke.
Anyway, these were the three songs which always seemed to bring the evening to a close.
("Man, I swear I'd give the whole thing up for you.")