ciroc and cran, could you be my man?

Last spring, someone gave me a feeling that I’ve never felt in this city before. It was like smelling the perfect scented candle at a bookstore, having that first sip of a latte that was made just right, or finding a $20 bill on the ground. It was luck, chance, serendipitous, and for as long as I live, I will never forget the night that I met him. I had gotten up unusually early that…

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