You were almost first.
We were almost lovers.
She almost left him.
He almost kissed her.
They almost forgot her.
They almost crashed.
They almost got to the top.
They almost passed the mark.
He almost blinked.
She almost gave in.
We almost touched.
You were almost first.
I've been in New York for a year, the desire is still tact, the dream is still alive and kicking, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
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