Had it not been for the creation of polka music, Marcus and I may never have come together. You see, the first time we met, we polka'ed our little butts off. That and my friend Gabrielle stole his necklace, so I had an excuse to hang out with him again . . . and now nine years later, we still chill. Hope Moab is treating you well my friend.
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