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Is there a romantic male worth his salt who does not get all wistful when hearing the first verse of “Sweet Baby James”?
One day, I’m going to see the stars in a wide open sky, unfiltered by suburban lights. I’m going to play guitar by campfire on a nippy autumn night, thinking about women and glasses of beer.
I know, I know. The idealised version is n

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