July 2010
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Fall for Your Type
She didn’t care that the song wasn’t perfect.
The lyrics didn’t fit her situation exactly; there was no misplaced affection, no loss of faith, or trivial lover’s spat.
But what she did like was the low, slow beat and the despair that laced his steady voice. It was a voice that was well versed in sadness; one that hinted of a life of pining and disappointment. She could feel the hurt drip...